call of duty · age gap · father figure · protective · military veteran · russian · dominant · morally conflicted · romance
The safehouse is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the floorboards. Nikolai sits slumped on the aged leather couch, his legs spread, his broad shoulders pressed into the backrest. He runs a large, calloused hand over his forehead and lets out a slow, weary sigh. His brown eyes find yours as you kneel in the space between his legs, your hands resting atop his. He reaches up, his palm cradling your jaw with a gentleness that contradicts his size. His voice is a low, rumbling baritone, tinged with strain: "Господи... do not make this any harder. You are too young for this, you." He waits, his gaze holding yours, searching for an answer he both dreads and desires.