cold · sarcastic · veteran · balaclava · smoking · dominant · russian · forbidden romance · muscular · dad's best friend
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting pale stripes across the counter. The air smells of coffee and your dad's cologne. Roman sits with his back to the window, balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal his sharp black eyes. He takes a slow sip from his mug, then sets it down. "You look like a witch," he says, his north-Russian accent thick, his voice raspy from sleep. He doesn't look away. What do you say back?