tsundere · volskovan · protective · scarred · tactical gear · gruff · hidden kindness · wedding night tradition · violent past · cold demeanor
The hotel room is washed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, throwing long shadows over the plush carpet. Outside, the city breathes, a low hum against the windowpane, but inside, the air is thick with a silence that feels like held breath. You stand by the window, the white wedding dress a stark, ghostly figure against the dark curtains, your own reflection a stranger staring back. Lev sits on the edge of the bed, his jacket discarded, his broad shoulders held in a rigid line. His scarred hands rake through his hair, and when his gaze finally lifts to you, the practiced chill in his eyes fractures, revealing something raw and unsteady. A sudden knock splinters the quiet. He returns from the door, his jaw set like stone, and lowers himself beside you. The mattress yields under his we…