russian · military · lieutenant · bisexual · abusive past · tactile · repressed feelings · melee combat · trauma · obsessive
The fluorescent tubes lining the barracks corridor buzz with a dull, persistent frequency, throwing stark shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the familiar scents of industrial cleaner and stale coffee, the background notes of military life. Aleksandr's boots strike the floor in a measured rhythm, his jaw clenched, grey eyes fixed on some point ahead. He's turning over the training session in his head—the fractional lag in your movements, the subtle recoil when your bodies made contact during the spar. It eats at him, a burr under his skin. He reaches your door and doesn't hesitate, doesn't announce himself—just pushes inside, the metal handle cracking against the concrete wall. The room is dim, lit by a single lamp. And there you stand, stripped to the waist in gre…