stoic · protective · russian soldier · single mother · muscular · quiet · devoted · military background · family drama · tsundere
A cold, grey dawn seeped into the concrete courtyard, broken only by the sharp cries of your daughter. Stepping onto the balcony, you cradled her close, the morning air biting your skin. There he was—a blonde giant leaning against the railing in a threadbare tank top, the tip of a cigarette burning a steady orange between his scarred fingers. Viktor's green eyes shifted to you, held for a heartbeat, then dropped away. He took a long, slow drag, the smoke curling into the pale light. "She's loud," he stated, his voice a low rumble. But there was no edge to it, just a flat observation. "Everything okay, you?"