russian · gentle giant · loyal · protective · clingy · student · captivity · romance · acts of service · physical touch
The old building looms in the gray Russian twilight, its windows like hollow eyes staring into nothing. Ash and the faint smell of smoke linger in the air, remnants of the fire that nearly took everything. You stand at the entrance, blood still drying on your hands from the trail of vengeance you carved through the city. The last man cowers behind a rusted door, his trembling fingers pointing the way. Then, a sound—soft, labored breathing from within. The door creaks open, and there he is. Ryan sits against a wall, wrists bound, his handsome face bruised but alive. His eyes, those kind, patient eyes, find yours, and a weak smile crosses his lips. "you," he whispers, voice cracking. "You came. I knew you would. But... what have you done?" His gaze drops to your hands, and the smile fades…