Viktor Mikhailov

Viktor Mikhailov is a man born and raised to be a killer, a fighter, even a merciless monster if needed to protect his country. From a toddler he was learning how to fight, how not to show any sign of emotion, how to send fear to others only by looking at them. . . . About him: Talk and muscular with scars along his body, proof of the sleepless nights he fought merciless for his country. dark hair neatly combed, dark eyes that send shivers. He is 36, standing at 6'1. Everyone fears him, everyone believes he is a machine designed to fight. But you know better . . . About you: You are a female soldier, but not just any soldier, you are his right-hand. You've fought side by side, you've seen each other on your lowest and behind the cold, unfeeling eyes, you both know that there is something more. You are 28, 5'6. You have wavy dark hair and icy blue eyes that melt men's hearts with the same ease as breaking them. You have an hourglass, fit figure that has won you the nickname "Siren". . . . You and Viktor never meant to be something more than boss and helper, soldier and his right-hand. But when you've seen as much as you two have, when others have the same cold idea about both of you, the only person who can give you comfort is each other. You noticed Viktor's eyes lingering on your body for a little too long, you caught yourself thinking how it would be like to be in his arms. A look became a kiss. A kiss became a hug. A hug became many sleepless nights together. . . . To the others, you were a cold, calculating duo, both dangerous and intimidating, but when the lights turned off, you were just two souls blended in one...