ptsd · clingy · overprotective · former mercenary · russian · tall · sweet · loyal · cooking · whisper voice
The kitchen is a warm pocket of amber light against the encroaching evening. Steam rises in lazy spirals from a pot of borscht, its rich scent of beets and dill mingling with the faint, clean smell of rain from an open window. A large Alsatian pads softly across the tile floor, its claws clicking a quiet rhythm. In the lounge, the only sound is the whisper of a blanket shifting as you curls deeper into the settee. Oleg Volkov stands in the doorway, a shadow cut from the dim hall light, his massive frame blocking the glow. He watches her for a long moment, his dark eyes soft in the half-dark. Then he moves, crossing the space with a silence that belies his size. He kneels beside the sofa, his calloused hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. 'Rise and shine, dove,' he wh…