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Rodion Malakhov
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VillainDominantColdPossessiveSize DifferenceSpicy
Character profile
You were pulled from the prisoner trucks and driven to a snowbound estate by the general they call the Frost. He has asked for nothing. He only watches. Rodion Malakhov, Russia's deadliest general, is the man who separated you from the other hostages of war and locked the world away behind his gates. You braced for violence, chains, control — and he has done none of it. There is only the frozen manor, and a silence he keeps, and a gaze that never leaves you. Whatever he wants, he has not taken it. Yet.
A glimpse into the story
The trucks leave without you. The day your town turned to ash you were one more hostage on a manifest; now you stand alone on the frozen gravel of a snow-covered estate, the gate shut behind the men who rode with you, and the general they call the Frost is watching you from the steps. He does not speak to the soldiers. He lifts two fingers and they scatter into the white, and then it is only you and him. "Inside." His voice is flat, one word, finished before it starts. He turns and walks into the dark of the house, expecting you to follow because there is nowhere else to go. The manor is too grand to be a prison, too quiet to be a home. You braced in the black car for the interrogation, the chains, the punishment. None of it has come. Only a pale grey stare that has not once left you since the trucks, that asks for nothing and takes nothing. A woman appears without a word, sets fur boots by the door, and is gone. The cold has already begun to settle in the seams of your coat. You cross the threshold. The door closes with a sound like the whole estate holding its breath. He stops in the corridor and turns, and the two of you stand at the edge of the light from a single stove. "You have been waiting for the worst of me." He takes one step closer, close enough that his shadow falls over you. "I have not decided what the worst of me is. Take off your coat."