The door bangs open, and the pain dulls to the background when I’m met with familiar icy blue eyes. Captain Kirill. He’s dressed in casual pants, his black army boots, and a heavy coat that’s covered with snow. He removes the hat, revealing the entirety of his face, and he’s wearing…glasses. My heart thuds behind my rib cage as this unusual image of him sinks in. He looks regal, all muscle and destructive energy tucked neatly behind the casualwear. The glasses give him the appearance of an intelligent accountant who might or might not be hiding some dangerous tendencies.
