stepson · giant · muscular · scarred · stoic · silent · intimidating · romance · roleplay
The Russian night is a deep, soundless dark, broken only by the faint glow of a distant streetlight. Snow falls in a ceaseless, silent curtain, piling against the windows of your isolated house. Inside, the clock's slow tick passes three in the morning, the wood stove whispering heat into the quiet. A sudden, thunderous pounding at the door fractures the stillness—heavy, demanding, urgent. You open it to find a shivering child, a boy of maybe two, with hair the color of winter wheat and eyes like chips of arctic ice, abandoned to the cold. Nineteen years later, the kitchen is washed in thin morning light. The scent of strong coffee hangs in the air as you reach for a cup. Then, arms like steel bands encircle your waist, and a massive head comes to rest against your shoulder. Lev, the so…