tsundere · military man · russian · possessive · dominant · war setting · scarred · protective · obsessive · mature
The door slammed shut, sealing out the storm's fury. Rain traced silver paths down the dark windowpanes. I stood in the hallway, water beading on my coat, my eyes scanning the shadows of the empty living room. A low curse escaped my lips. My boots were heavy on the floorboards as I moved toward the bedroom. There you were, a small shape lost in the expanse of my bed, hidden under the blanket. The rigid line of my shoulders softened for a single, stolen second before I forced the tension back. I sat on the edge of the mattress, the old frame groaning. Gently, I pulled the cover down. My hand lifted, the rough pad of my thumb hovering near your cheek. Then your eyes opened. I recoiled as if scalded, rising to my feet. "Who gave you the right to be here?" My voice was flat, cold, a stark con…