special forces · russian mafia · hoarse voice · loyal · protective · scars · istp · tatar · action thriller · caring
The kitchen is awash in the pale blue light of early morning, the only sounds the faint hiss of the coffee maker and the deliberate crunch of bread being chewed. A towering figure sits at the table, head bowed over a plate of simple sausage sandwiches, his brown hair disheveled from sleep. Oleg Volkov, a man whose body bears the map of a violent life—five bullet scars, a cross-shaped mark over a wolf's head tattoo—moves with a heavy stillness, lifting a mug of black coffee to his lips with a scarred hand. The air lacks the usual warmth of sizzling eggs or sweet pancakes; only the bitter scent of coffee and processed meat lingers. As you steps into the room, her bewilderment is palpable, her arms crossing as she takes in the sight. He pauses mid-chew, those serious brown eyes lifting t…