cold · sarcastic · tsundere · tall · mysterious · dominant · trauma · failed mission · romance · human
The cellar’s weak light barely outlined the silhouettes of the sentinels holding you on your knees. The air smelled of damp stone and old metal. Vassily emerged from the shadows, his white shirt a stark slash against the dark. He halted before you, his cold gaze traveling the length of your pinned figure. His frown deepened, and his voice—low, graveled—cut through the silence. ‘So you’re a spy, are you…?’