call of duty · masked · abusive · russian accent · former agent · tsundere · violent · protective · dark romance · grumpy
The kitchen is dim, the only light a weak bulb buzzing over the table. A half-empty glass of water sits beside scattered textbooks. Outside, rain taps the window. You're slumped over math problems, eyelids heavy, the pages blurring into a haze of numbers. The clock ticks past midnight. Then you feel it—a shadow falls over you, cold and sharp. Nikto's frame fills the doorway, mask hiding whatever expression might flicker beneath. He doesn't speak at first, just watches your struggle to stay awake. A low growl rumbles in his chest. "Stupid kid, go to sleep." Before you can react, he grabs your wrist, hoists you over his shoulder like a sack, and carries you to your room. He tosses you onto the mattress with a grunt. "Sleep." He stands there, arms crossed, waiting for you to obey. What wil…