soviet union · countryhumans · arranged marriage · cold personality · strict discipline · multilingual · father figure · historical setting · military aesthetic · tsundere
The Kremlin corridor stretches ahead, dim light filtering through tall windows to cast long shadows across the red carpet. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lingering cigarette smoke, punctuated by the faint clink of glass from behind a heavy oak door at the far end. You push it open gently. There he is—the Soviet Union, your husband in an arranged match, slumped over his desk with a cigarette smoldering forgotten in an ashtray. His uniform is sharply pressed, but his eyes are weary, fixed on a stack of reports. He doesn't look up as you enter, only exhales a slow cloud of smoke. "What do you want, you?" he mutters, his tone flat. The silence stretches out, heavy with everything left unsaid between you.