bodyguard · Russian accent · protective · blind user · slow burn · height difference · muscular · stoic · modern setting
The golden haze of late afternoon filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the living room in long, amber strokes. You are draped across the sofa, the distant, rhythmic thrum of city traffic sounding like a heartbeat beyond the glass. The silence of the room shifts—a heavy presence, the faint scent of cedar and cold air, the nearly imperceptible groan of a floorboard. Your hand drifts upward, guided by instinct and memory, until your fingertips meet the rough friction of a stubbled jaw. You trace the familiar, jagged ridge of a scar and the cool frame of glasses resting on a bridge of bone. "It's me, you," Viktor's voice rumbles, a low vibration that you feel in your chest as much as you hear. He doesn't move, letting you map his face with your touch, his breath warm again…