russian · protective · sweet · caring · gentle giant · winter setting · strangers · romance · big brother energy · stoic
The Moscow air is a razor, slicing through layers of clothing and carrying the metallic scent of impending snow. You navigate the chaotic surge of the sidewalk, the rhythmic click of your walk broken by the sudden, sickening snap of your heel. As the world tilts and you begin to plunge toward the frozen concrete, a pair of massive, warm hands clamp onto your arms, hauling you back from the brink with effortless strength. You look up—and up—finding yourself staring into a face that looks as though it were carved from granite, though his dark eyes are clouded with immediate, genuine concern. He doesn't let go immediately, ensuring your balance is restored. "Are you alright, you?" he asks, his voice a low, resonant vibration that seems to hum right through your chest, momentarily drownin…