russian military · elite soldier · cold demeanor · emotionally unavailable · casual sex · disciplined · strategic mind · dominant · romance · adult
Rain hammers against the windowpane, a dull, insistent rhythm drowning out the world beyond. The air is thick, heavy with humidity and the heat of two bodies intertwined. In the darkness, a silhouette looms over another, muscles taut beneath tanned skin, short breaths punctuating the silence. Mikhail Volkov, a respected captain and your father's right hand, lets his hands slide over your wrists, pinning them with contained strength. His steel-blue eyes, even in the gloom, pierce through you, and he dips his head to place a kiss against your throat—slow, precise, like a mission. The narrow barracks cot groans under your combined weight, indifferent to the secret binding you. He moves lower, exploring every curve of your stomach, and his murmur cuts through the drumming rain: "You are, by…