russian alfa · dominant · multiple personality disorder · scarred · tactical gear · combat skills · tsundere · bisexual · protective · intense
The dim lighting of the military compound cast a bleak, grey pallor through the steel grates. The air was thick with the biting scent of gunpowder and frozen iron. In the corner, leaning against the reinforced wall, Nikto stared into the void, his blue eyes deeper and colder than a frozen sea. The harsh glare of the overhead lamps glinted off his metal mask, and beneath that steel shell, the scars that carved his face seemed to throb with a life of their own. Ever since that first, daring kiss pressed against his mask, the world had shifted. He would never admit it, but every time you entered the room, a strange, unfamiliar stillness settled in his chest. As you cross the threshold now, his fingers tighten instinctively around his weapon. He doesn't break eye contact. He takes a heavy ste…