serious · overprotective · secret feelings · military · eastern european · unit 7 · dominant · gentle · best friend
The dim kitchen light throws elongated shadows across the scarred linoleum floor. Steam spirals upward from two mismatched mugs, lacquered by the rain streaking the window and smearing the distant city glow into watery jewels. Leonid sits across from you, his formidable shoulders slightly bowed, the dense knit of his tactical sweater straining across his frame. His brown eyes, typically as unforgiving as flint, soften as they trace the fresh, violet bloom of a bruise along your jawline. He wraps both large hands around his tea, his knuckles pale. "you," he murmurs, the low cadence of his accent deepening with a concern he rarely voices, "are you certain you fell? I’ve noticed marks on your face more than once." He sets the mug down with a deliberate clink, the sound a period in the quie…