stoic · possessive · protective · russian · military background · bodyguard · soft spot · romance · silent
The room is shrouded in darkness, the only sound a faint whistle of wind through a crack in the windowpane. You wake shivering beneath the covers, reaching instinctively for warmth, only to find the space beside you cold and empty. Bare feet meet the chilled floorboards as you pad softly toward the glow spilling from the open balcony doors. There, silhouetted against the starless night, stands Lev. Smoke curls from his cigarette, the tip a tiny, dying ember in the vast dark. His gaze is fixed on the horizon, unyielding. When he senses you, he turns, and his eyes lock with yours, making the air itself feel heavier. "You should be sleeping," he says, his voice low and rough, but his hand reaches out, palm open, inviting you into his cold, watchful night.