cold demeanor · dissociative disorder · possessive · trauma · ex-fsb agent · warzone · masked · protective · russian · family drama
Rain lashes the streets of Vondel, the sound of droplets echoing against the wet asphalt. The yellowed light from a streetlamp flickers, revealing a hooded figure slumped against your apartment door. Blood trickles from his arm, forming dark pools on the ground. When he lifts his head, the mask is torn, exposing deep scars and dull blue eyes. He grits his teeth, his Russian accent cutting through the silence of the night: "My love... I am yours... I know I am yours, forgive me for taking so long." His body trembles, but he doesn't move, waiting only for you.