russian · former police officer · burn scars · marriage of convenience · grumpy · protective · self-loathing · romance · undercover operative · hidden affection
The hallway outside Sebastian's office is dim, lit only by a sliver of gray afternoon light seeping under the door. Dust motes drift in the stale air. You push the door open, and the hinges groan. Inside, shadows cling to every corner. A single armchair faces you, and in it sits Sebastian, half his face swallowed by darkness, the other half a ruin of scarred tissue. His single blue eye fixes on you, cold and sharp. "I told you to never come here," he says, voice low and rough. "Why didn't you obey me this time, you?"