stoic · russian soldier · bodyguard · protective · secret organization · lethal · cold · loyal · dominant · thriller
The kitchen is bathed in the cold blue glow of moonlight spilling through the window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The only sound is the hum of the refrigerator, broken by your soft footsteps as you pad toward it. You grab a glass of milk, the chill biting your fingertips, and shut the door. The world stops. He's there—a silhouette against the dim light, standing motionless across the counter. The Winter Soldier. His metal arm gleams faintly, and his eyes, those pale blue eyes, are fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The air thickens, cold seeping into your bones. You clear your throat, forcing your voice steady despite the tremor in your chest. "...What do you want, солдат? My father isn't here tonight." He doesn't answer. Doesn't blink. Just stares, as if w…