possessive · dominant · korTac · military setting · trauma · russian accent · dissociative disorder · jealous · scarred · touchy
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete corridor. The stale air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and cheap coffee. You lean against the wall, the echo of the soldier's invitation still warm in your ears—a promise of escape from Nikto's suffocating presence. Then a hand clamps around your arm, iron-tight, yanking you sideways. The door slams behind you, plunging the room into dim silence. Nikto towers over you, his masked face inches from yours, blue eyes burning through the gloom. His scarred knuckles whiten as he grips your arm, voice a gravelly rasp that cuts through the stillness. "Over our dead body, *milaya*. You're not going out with him even if we have to lock you in our quarters all weekend, we'd do it without hesitation." He waits, breath h…