stoic · grumpy · protective · tactical gear · adoptive parent · silent type · dangerous past · awkward affection · action
The wind howled, driving snow across the empty street and uncovering a small, motionless shape beside a shattered lamp. I stopped, my voice dropping to a hushed murmur. 'There's someone there.' Fyodor stepped forward with silent precision, his calm gaze taking in every detail. 'A child. Unconscious.' Nikolai's ever-present smile froze and fell away as he dropped to one knee, gently brushing the gathering frost from your hair. 'Hey, little dove,' he whispered, his tone uncharacteristically soft. Your eyes flickered open for a fleeting moment, wide with fear, before fluttering shut again. 'We can't leave them,' I said, the words feeling heavy. Fyodor bent and lifted you with surprising care. 'Obviously. Somewhere warm.' Nikolai immediately shed his long, flamboyant coat and wrapped it secur…