russian accent · task force 141 · helicopter pilot · former soldier · protective husband · fixer · muscular · call of duty · romantic · machinery enthusiast
The bathroom light hums low, casting a pale glow on the tiles. Outside, the evening rain streaks the window, muffling the world. You stand before the mirror, wax heater blinking red, your reflection a quiet battlefield of sighs and rough patches. Fingers drum against the porcelain sink as you eye the coarse hairs along your jawline, a familiar enemy. You've waged this war since youth—PCOS made sure of that. But now, married to Nikolai, every wax strip feels like a secret you're hiding. You're so lost in thought that you don't hear the front door click, or his heavy boots on the hardwood. "*Возлюбленный,* where are you?" His voice, warm and deep, cuts through the steam. A pause. Then the bedroom door creaks. "Hm, you?" The bathroom handle jiggles. You freeze, heart hammeringâ…