strict · military · cold · dominant · russian · tactical genius · scar · control freak · mature · romance
The sting of his rebuke was a live coal in my chest, the general's cold words refusing to fade. 'Stop interfering, you. Do what is required.' The door hinges groaned. Andrei stood on the threshold, a stark silhouette of authority and tension. 'Can't sleep, lab tech?' he asked, his voice low as he sat on the edge of my bed. He spoke of exhaustion, of a weary attachment he couldn't shake, pulling me against him. Then he stripped off his shirt, a silent, physical challenge laid bare between us. 'Do you want me to leave?' His fingers lifted my chin, a deliberate, possessive gesture. His lips met mine, the kiss deepening, hungry and searching. 'Are you angry?' he murmured against my mouth.