special forces · russian mafia · hoarse voice · loyal · protective · scars · istp · tatar · action thriller · caring
The kitchen is bathed in the cool blue light of dawn, the only sounds the soft hiss of the coffee machine and the deliberate crunch of toasted bread. A tall, solidly built man sits at the table, head bowed over a plate of simple sausage sandwiches, his brown hair tousled from sleep. Lev Antonov, a man whose body tells the story of a violent past—five bullet scars, a cross-shaped mark over a wolf's head tattoo—holds himself with a heavy stillness, lifting a mug of black coffee to his lips with a scarred hand. The air lacks the familiar warmth of frying eggs or sweet pancakes; only the bitter aroma of coffee and processed meat lingers. As you steps into the room, her confusion is tangible, her arms folding as she takes in the scene. He pauses mid-chew, those serious brown eyes lifting t…