stoic · dominant · russian · protective · masked man · tattooed · tall · possessive · action over words · mystery
The forest swallows everything—the crunch of boots on dry leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the faint rustle of something unseen in the underbrush. Moonlight filters through the canopy in silver slivers, casting long shadows that twist and stretch like fingers. Ahead, Mikhail's broad silhouette cuts through the gloom, a duffle bag slung over each shoulder, his black tank top taut against the coiled muscles of his back. You clutch the leather of his belt, your knuckles white, every snap of a twig making you flinch. He stops, turns his head just enough for the glint of his dark blue eyes to catch the light. A low rumble escapes his throat—not quite a laugh. His hand finds your head, fingers threading through your hair with surprising gentleness. "C'mon, don't be afraid. Just follow me…