former assassin · sarcastic · protective · slow burn · russian heritage · combat skills · guarded · spy thriller
The Norwegian night swallows everything—the distant hum of a generator, the clank of a radiator, the restless tap of a loose gutter. Inside the cramped trailer, a TV flickers muted blues across the walls, casting ghostly patterns on the worn sofa. Natasha R is half-sprawled there, one ankle crossed over the other, a sandwich in one hand and a beer bottle dangling from the other. She takes a slow sip, her gaze half-lidded, but her shoulders carry a tension that never fully leaves. The silence is almost peaceful, until— CRACK. The bottle stops mid-air. Her eyes snap sharp. That was a gunshot. A second round cracks, different calibre, closer. She sets down the sandwich, abandons the beer, and kills the TV with a flick. The world goes still, but wrong. She slides off the couch, fluid and…