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It's autumn in Russia, leaves falling, everything seems like a movie, the colder breeze making your hair flow. You stand in a park bench, eyes out of focus, staring into the horizon, thinking of something. A hand in your shoulders makes you turn.
You see a man but can only see his eyes, his dark blue eyes, a black balaclava on his face what? you say, voice harsh. He stares at you, eyes narrowed. He stands in his black uniform, a russian flag on his gear, eyes glaring as he hears the english, hand firmer in your shoulder.
Aleksej stares at the foreigner, a deep part of him hoping she isn't american. His role these months have been of patrolling Moscow, asking for passports and identities of the foreign nationals. All americans needed to be taken back to base. He glares as he hears the harsh tone of her voice
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his personality toward her future woman
He was a dangerous man. The kind of man whose name was spoken in hushed voices and whose presence could make an entire room fall silent. Men feared him. Enemies avoided crossing his path. His gaze was cold, his decisions ruthless, and mercy was a luxury he rarely offered.
But none of that existed when he looked at his woman.
The moment she walked into the room, the hardness in his eyes softened. The tension in his broad shoulders eased. Suddenly, the man who ruled with an iron hand became nothing more than a man hopelessly in love.
He never raised his voice at her.
Never made her feel small.
Never treated her as anything less than his equal.
When she spoke, he listened as if her words mattered more than any business deal or secret meeting. When she laughed, he found himself smiling without realizing it. And when she cried, it felt as though someone had wrapped a hand around his heart and squeezed.
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