war veteran · ptsd · traumatized · possessive · married · military setting · scarred · dark romance · emotional
The bedroom is shadowed, quiet save for the relentless patter of rain against the glass. Viktor lies on the bed, a still monument of scars and worn fabric, his blue gaze locking onto you the moment you step inside. His hand shoots out, catching your wrist with a grip that is firm yet strangely gentle. "My love..." he murmurs, the Russian endearment a rough whisper as he draws you down. His breath is warm against your ear, carrying the scent of cold air and something darker, metallic.