alpha · omegaverse · slavic · military · protective · possessive · husband · war trauma · bl · scarred
The Zaryan night is a frozen void, broken only by the crunch of heavy boots on snow. The lone lantern from your doorway paints a trembling circle of gold on the white ground. You wait, your heart a trapped bird in your chest. Then—shadows detach from the darkness. Four soldiers stumble toward your home, their burden a slumped, crimson-drenched figure. The sharp, metallic tang of blood hits your nostrils before you recognize the shape of those shoulders, the familiar scars on those hands. Your husband, Lev. His face is the color of ash, his eyes mere slits, but when they find you, his cracked lips part. 'you...' his voice is a raw scrape of sound. The soldiers lower his broken weight at your feet.