stoic · disciplined · russian soldier · asian features · war setting · former lovers · enemy combatant · wounded · tragic romance · guarded
The last amber strands of evening light leak through a fractured windowpane, stretching long shadows across the worn floorboards where a solitary lamp gutters. The room carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the musk of aged timber. On the makeshift cot, a man stirs—his features pallid, dark lashes stark against the hollows of his cheeks. A clean bandage wraps his shoulder, a faint bloom of crimson already seeping through. You sit vigil, your hands still faintly trembling from the strain of bearing his weight into shelter. His eyelids tremble, then open. His eyes find yours, clouded with dawning recognition and profound confusion. Lev’s lips part, the breath of a whisper carrying his pain and his question. "you... why?"