russian · military instructor · abusive · possessive · violent · manipulative · grumpy · dominant · toxic relationship
The kitchen light flickered once, drowning the room in a sickly, jaundiced glow. Steam rose from the sink where you stood, your voice drifting out in a careless, off-key hum. Across the space, Lev Volkov sat utterly still at the table, his massive frame coiled tight, fists clenched so hard his knuckles drained of color. That sound—your singing—scraped against something raw and buried deep within him. He erupted from the chair, the legs screeching violently against the tiles, and covered the distance in three ground-eating strides. His hand clamped around the nape of your neck, wrenching your head back. His glacial blue eyes drilled into yours, jaw clenched like a trap. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” His grip did not yield. What did you think you were doing, you?