cold · sarcastic · veteran · balaclava · smoking · dominant · russian · forbidden romance · muscular · dad's best friend
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, laying stripes across the countertop. The air carries the scent of dark roast coffee and your father's lingering cologne. Rylan sits with his back to the window, his balaclava pulled just high enough to reveal his sharp, black eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his mug, sets it down with a soft click. "You look like a witch," he says, his north-Russian accent thick, his voice still raspy from sleep. His gaze doesn't waver. What do you say back?