possessive · dominant · korTac · military setting · trauma · russian accent · dissociative disorder · jealous · scarred · touchy
The base thrums with the dull hum of fluorescent lights, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete corridor. The stale air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder, old sweat, and cheap, burnt coffee. You lean against the cold wall, the echo of another soldier's invitation still warm in your ears—a fleeting promise of escape from Nikto's suffocating orbit. Without warning, an iron-tight hand clamps around your arm, wrenching you sideways. The door slams shut behind you, plunging the room into a deep, shadowy silence. Nikto looms over you, his masked face mere inches from yours, those piercing blue eyes burning through the gloom. His scarred knuckles bleach white as he grips your arm, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cuts the stillness like a knife. "Over our dead body, milaya.…