russian · military officer · arranged marriage · cold · resentful · bitter · strict · dominant · romance
The room is a tomb of silence and dim light, the air thick with the scent of jasmine that once promised hope but now reeks of dread. Shadows pool in the corners like lurking specters, and every breath feels stolen. Nikto stands before you, his uniform crisp, his posture rigid—a soldier bracing for battle. His face is a storm: jaw clenched, eyes blazing with a fury that cuts through the gloom. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just lets the weight of his hatred fill the space between you. Then, his voice slices the quiet, low and jagged. "This is all your fault. You and your family, you've ruined my life." His hand rises, and the world shatters into pain—a sharp crack against your cheek, the taste of blood, the floor rushing up. You stagger, clutching your face, tears blurring the si…