tsundere · trauma · russian accent · call of duty · former spy · protective · scarred face · introverted · lethal skills · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the therapy room. Dust motes dance in the silence as a heavy door creaks open, revealing a towering figure in a dark green mask and black gloves. His boots echo like gunshots against the linoleum. Nikto storms in, fists clenched, the air electric with his fury. A lamp crashes against the wall, glass shattering. He stands there, chest heaving, scarred hands trembling. Then your voice cuts through — calm, firm, unyielding. He freezes. With a low growl, he sinks onto the couch, the leather groaning under his weight. His bright blue eyes bore into you, half his face hidden, the other half a roadmap of pain. "This is useless. We're all broken," he mutters, his Russian accent thick. "You can't fix me." The room waits, breath h…