call of duty · masked · abusive · russian accent · former agent · tsundere · violent · protective · dark romance · grumpy
The kitchen is swallowed by shadow, save for a single buzzing bulb dangling over the table. A half-drunk glass of water stands sentinel beside your scattered textbooks. Rain streaks the windowpanes in a steady, tapping rhythm. You're slumped forward, math problems swimming into an incomprehensible haze as exhaustion drags at your eyelids. The clock ticks past midnight. Then the air shifts—a shadow falls across the page, cold and dense. Nikto fills the doorway, his masked face unreadable, his broad frame blocking the light. For a long moment, he just watches you fight to stay conscious. A low, displeased growl vibrates in his chest. "Stupid kid, go to sleep." Before you can form a reply, his hand closes around your wrist. He hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, carries you…