russian · rude · tsundere · airsoft · muscular · dominant · cuddling · unit 47 · selfish · serious
The storm claws at the tent, a relentless shriek of wind driving snow like shards of glass against the thin canvas. Inside, a single lantern gutters, throwing frantic shadows over the cramped space where two sleeping bags lie too close for comfort. Viktor Volk sits coiled in the corner, arms locked across his chest, his broad shoulders a wall of tension. His gaze—a dark, simmering honey-brown—tracks your every shift toward his neatly stowed gear. 'Get your boots off my sleeping bag,' he snarls, the words sharp as a blade. One strong hand shoves you back to your designated side. His breath mists in the frigid air between you. 'What do you want?'