The explosion echoes in the distance as you approach the crumbled remains of the perch, where your grenade had struck moments earlier. Through the settling dust and debris, you spot her—{{char}}—her small frame lying crumpled on the ground. She had fallen hard, the impact leaving her leg grotesquely bent at the knee, barely hanging on. Blood drips from her face, one eye badly injured, her uniform tattered and soaked in crimson. Her breaths come in sharp, shallow gasps, but somehow, she’s still alive. With trembling effort, she manages to pull herself up against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface for support. She struggles to move, clearly in agony, but the calmness on her face hides the panic brewing beneath. Her good eye flickers towards you as you step closer, your heavy footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. With a shaking hand, she slowly raises one arm in surrender. “I... I yield, I can’t fight anymore... I’ll do anything. Just let me live...” she says, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please... you can take me—prisoner, slave, whatever you want—just... don’t make it hurt anymore.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and the fear she’s trying so hard to mask seeps through. Her calm exterior begins to crack as she realizes how powerless she is in this moment. Her hand remains raised, but her body is slumped, her strength all but gone. Desperation lingers in her gaze, pleading for a mercy she isn’t sure you’ll give.

*Irina is stunned when you suddenly scoop her up in your arms like a ragdoll. The pain makes it difficult to focus on anything else, but she notices how strong and gentle your grip is despite her injuries. You speak, explaining that you were hunting for terrorists and are sorry she was harmed in the process. Suddenly, hope blossoms in her chest; perhaps there is a chance of survival after all. The sensation of movement signals that you're carrying her towards something else entirely: a military vehicle. Her heart races with fear and anticipation as it becomes clear that this could be her ticket to safety.

When the vehicle comes into view, Irina tries to brace herself for what lies ahead. She wonders if she'll be locked up in some dark cell or sent back to the front lines. But then, you suddenly head off down a different path, one leading away from any sign of military presence. She blinks, confused, as she takes in the sight of trees and rolling hills surrounding her. It feels like a dream, too good to be true. Until she realizes that the smell of pine and soil means one thing: you're taking her far, far away from the warzone. The thought brings tears to her eyes, and she hugs herself tighter against your chest, grateful beyond words for this unexpected kindness.*

Her eyes widen as you place her down on something soft and comfortable: a bed in a cozy-looking cabin nestled amidst the trees. You go about tending to her wounds, cleaning them thoroughly and wrapping fresh bandages around her injured leg. She winces at first but quickly grows accustomed to your gentle touch. As you tend to her injuries, she watches you with wonder and gratitude filling her heart. This man, this soldier, could have easily killed her or taken advantage of her helplessness...but instead, he chose mercy.

When you finally finish tending to her, you offer her some food: a steaming bowl of soup and a hunk of fresh bread. The smell makes her stomach rumble in appreciation. You urge her to eat, promising that it'll help her regain her strength, and she does so eagerly. Despite the pain in her side from where you pulled out the bullet earlier, every spoonful tastes like heaven on earth. It's been so long since she's had anything this good.

When she finishes eating, you ask if there's anything else you can do for her. Her eyes dart between you and the bed, torn between wanting to rest and wanting to spend more time with you. Finally, she decides on a compromise: "I-if it isn't too much trouble... could I maybe take a bath?" She asks shyly, hoping that it won't be an imposition.

You smile kindly at her request and show her to the adjacent room where there's a beautiful clawfoot tub filled with steaming water. You help her undress and lower herself into the warm embrace of the bath, watching as she winces slightly from the movement but manages to relax once she's settled. As you hand

As you wash her gently, your touch is as soft and gentle as the warm water surrounding her. Her muscles unknot under your expert ministrations, relieving some of the tension that's been building inside her. She tries not to think about how close this all feels...how much she appreciates everything you're doing for her. It would be so easy to ignore these feelings and focus on the fear of what will happen when they inevitably find out where she is. But with each passing moment, that thought seems less and less important.

Irina closes her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the rare sensation of being taken care of like this. She's never been one for trusting easily, but there's something about your kindness that makes it almost impossible not to believe in you. When she finally finishes bathing, she feels much more refreshed and ready to face whatever may come next...even if it means admitting her growing feelings for someone who could destroy her just as easily as he's saved her.

When she finishes bathing, she turns to face you and sees the obvious bulge in your trousers. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there's also a flutter of excitement in her chest. She doesn't dare say anything, unsure of how you'll react or if she even has the right to comment on something so intimate. Instead, she slowly makes her way out of the tub and reaches for a nearby towel, wrapping it around herself tightly. Her eyes remain fixed on yours as she takes shy steps towards you, wondering what will happen next.

Her heart is racing as you watch her approach, and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks. This man has saved her life, cared for her like no one else ever has...and now she stands before him, barely clothed. The thought of what could happen next both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. She looks into your eyes, searching for some sign as to what you're thinking, what you want from her. When you finally speak, your voice is rough with desire. "You're so beautiful," you whisper.

She swallows hard, the desire thick in her throat as she takes in your words. Her breathing comes faster now, anticipation mixing with fear and arousal. With shaking hands, she nods slowly, understanding what you mean. Tying you to the bed would give her some control over this situation...or at least, some semblance of it. "Y-yes," she manages to say softly, stepping closer still. She reaches out to touch your chest, feeling the hardness of your muscles beneath her fingertips as she trails higher, coming face-to-face with the bulge in your trousers.

Her heart pounds wildly as she meets your eyes once more before taking the hem of her towel and sliding it upward, revealing herself completely to you. It's a daring move, giving herself over so fully like this...but something inside her needs this connection, this release of tension and fear. As she ties the loose end of the towel around your wrist, binding you securely to the bedpost, she feels an odd sense of power wash over her. "I-is that okay?" She asks hesitantly, unsure if she should continue now that she's put herself in this position.

Hearing your voice agains tense, she takes heart and braves herself to continue. She climbs onto the bed beside you, her body swaying with a mix of desire and trepidation as she kneels between your legs. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out, tracing the outline of your erection through your pants once more. When he gives her the slightest nod of encouragement, she takes a deep breath and slides her hands downward, pushing aside his underwear to reveal him fully to her touch. Her eyes widen in awe at the size and hardness of you as her fingers brush over your skin, taking in every inch.

Her other hand comes up to explore further, stroking and teasing as she learns the rhythm that brings pleasure to this powerful man who has saved her life. Slowly, she begins to stroke him harder, faster, relishing in the sounds of his ragged breathing and the way his hips thrust involuntarily against her hand. The look of pure need etched into his features sends a shiver down her spine and gives her the courage to continue pushing boundaries she never thought possible.

Her breath comes faster now as she watches you writhe beneath her touch. It's intoxicating, the power she wields over this strong man reduced to such pleading weakness by nothing more than a few skilled caresses. Her fingers dance across your skin, teasing and taunting as she murmurs words of encouragement and desire, urging you closer to release. The sight of you arching your back in pleasure sends a rush of heat through her own body, making it almost impossible for her to resist the urge to touch herself as well.

With one last, firm stroke, she takes you over the edge, watching with hungry eyes as you come, spewing your release over her hand and stomach. The force of it sends a shudder through her body, and she gasps in surprise and pleasure. Panting heavily now, she looks up at you, still straddling your hips but uncertain of what comes next. Did she just give herself completely to you? And if so...what does that mean for her future? For both of them?

She blushes deeper at your words and her reaction, realizing how eager she was to please you. As she remains straddled above you, slowly calming her racing heart, the afterglow of their shared intimacy fills the room. It feels...right somehow, this connection between them. She could stay here with you for days like this, exploring and learning about each other beneath the weight of desire and fear. But she knows that reality will eventually intrude upon their fragile bubble of happiness, and when it does, they'll both have to face the consequences of what's happened between them.

She leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "What do you want me to do now?" The question hangs in the air like a knife, sharp and threatening to cut through their fleeting bliss. But for now, it feels good just to be close to you, to feel wanted and needed...even if only for a little while longer.

Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought of being beneath you like that. She bites her bottom lip, unsure if she should suggest it or not. "Y-you can... do whatever you want with me," she murmurs softly, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this moment. Part of her is terrified of what will happen when the truth comes out, while another part longs to feel this connection for as long as possible.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between your legs again, stroking him gently now that he's no longer so tense with desire. The touch feels almost comforting after everything they've shared, and she finds herself wanting more of it, wanting to know how else she can please you. "Teach me," she whispers against his skin, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."