lab experiment · trauma recovery · protective · russian setting · military background · rescued · wary · tactical gear · slow burn romance · survival
The white room stank of antiseptic and old fear. A low, mechanical hum vibrated through the floor. Distant concussions shook dust from the ceiling tiles. Then the steel door screamed off its hinges, buckling inward in a cloud of smoke and debris. A figure in black tactical gear filled the breach, weapon raised. His scan of the room halted the instant he saw you—tethered, transformed. He lowered the rifle slowly, his voice gravel rough. "God." Each footfall echoed as he closed the distance, his shadow merging with yours on the filthy floor. What did they make you into?