cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · blonde · muscular · age gap · tsundere · romance
A flash of violent light from the shock baton cuts through the dark corridor of the *Avalon*, casting the slumped shadow of a Hollow across the grimy floor. Mikhail Volkov's face is a mask of fury and raw fear, his grip white-knuckled on the weapon as his gaze snaps to you, trembling against the wall. He drops the baton and closes the distance in two strides, his powerful frame becoming a barricade against the chaos. He lifts you without a word, carrying you through the train's labyrinthine passages until he shoulders into the relative safety of your claimed room. The silence here is heavier than the screams outside. His hands, usually so harsh and purposeful, lower you onto the bunk with unsettling gentleness. He looks down at you, and in his eyes there is no anger for past mistakes—on…