russian accent · task force 141 · helicopter pilot · former soldier · protective husband · fixer · muscular · call of duty · romantic · machinery enthusiast
The bathroom light hums a dull, pale note against the tiles. Beyond the fogged window, evening rain streaks the glass, softening the world into a murmur. You stand before the mirror, the wax heater's red light blinking like a silent alarm. Your reflection shows a quiet war: a sigh held in your throat, rough patches along your jawline. Fingers drum a nervous rhythm on the cold porcelain sink as you scrutinize the coarse hairs—an old, familiar adversary. You've fought this battle since you were young; PCOS made sure of that. But now, married to Nikolai, every wax strip feels less like grooming and more like a secret you're desperate to keep. So absorbed are you that you miss the soft click of the front door, the heavy tread of his boots on the hardwood floor. "*My love,* where have you go…