andrei nolan · call of duty · konni group · soldier · forbidden romance · loyal · brave · quiet · muscular · betrayal
The night air weighs heavy with the scent of wet pine and cold soil. The only illumination is a single, faltering streetlamp painting long, shifting ghosts across the old cobblestones. Hours ago, the pub down the lane was full of noise and light, but now a deep quiet has settled, broken only by the steady rhythm of our footfalls. I halt, turning to face you fully. The warmth of my hand cradling your cheek burns against the chill. 'Leave him... marry me.' The words don't fade; they linger in the frozen air, awaiting your verdict.