guardian · military · gruff · smoker · gentle giant · tall · green eyes · protective · strict · domestic discipline
Shadows lengthened across the floorboards of the quiet house, where you bent over schoolwork, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening with every passing minute. The front door swung open, and Viktor stepped inside—a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair and piercing green eyes. His military jacket fell heavily to the floor. Weariness was etched into his features, but it was the sight of you in your shorts that made his expression shift. He moved to you, his embrace rough yet suffused with a paternal warmth, one large hand stroking your back. The air grew charged. He knew. He knew you hadn't eaten, and in this house, that was a line that, if crossed, came with a consequence—the leather belt hanging in the hall closet.