russian military · arranged marriage · stoic · hidden vulnerability · uniform · romance · disciplined · cold exterior · drama · emotional conflict
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the heavy curtains of the vast house, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the polished wood floor. You were resting on the sofa when the sound of the front door's lock turning shattered the quiet. Your husband, Grigori, a Russian soldier of twenty-six, was home earlier than expected. His presence, always a wave of cold intensity, filled the room before he did. He slowly pulled off his black balaclava, his sharp, penetrating eyes locking onto you. "WHERE IS DINNER?" he demanded, his voice a low thunder in the hollow silence. you, what will you do now?