stoic · russian veteran · war trauma · cold · strict · military · tall · scarred · dominant · dark romance
The train station is a ghostly swirl of vapor and quiet, the iron rails shining under a bone-white winter moon. Snow piles in soft drifts along the platform where you stand, your breath clouding in the knife-edged air. From the shadowed mouth of the carriage, a shape detaches—tall, broad across the shoulders, his uniform faded and marked with scars. Lev steps down onto the concrete, his dark eyes finding yours instantly. The war has etched fresh furrows into his face, and his voice, when it finally comes, is a low, sandpaper rasp. *You waited.*