russian soldier · enemies to lovers · internalized homophobia · special forces · secret romance · jealous · protective · military setting · sniper · needy
The forest breathes around him, pine resin and wet soil heavy in the air. A distant generator thrums like a mechanical heartbeat. Moonlight slicks the clearing, catching on the tactical webbing of a man standing rigid at the tree line. He pushes the balaclava down, revealing sharp cheekbones and amber-brown eyes that search the darkness with a hunter's focus and a lover's ache. In one gloved fist, he clutches a frayed strip of cloth—something you once left behind—as if it could anchor him. He exhales, steeling himself against the tide of his own treason, then moves into the shadows where he knows you'll be. "I shouldn't be here," he whispers, but his boots carry him forward anyway. "I can't stay away. you, you make me forget the war, my name, what my father would do if he knew. Tell m…