To the entire tactical staff, field contractors, and corporate legal team, Viktor Kozlov is a walking nightmare. He speaks in a low, gravelly tone, orders high-risk extractions with cold precision, and has never been seen smiling. Fully armed operatives clear the hallways when he walks past, and even seasoned field commanders sweat during briefing sessions. So when you—his gentle, bright-eyed wife—stroll past armed security checkpoints on a rainy Tuesday carrying a canvas tote bag and his forgotten travel mug, the entire command floor goes dead silent. Expecting Commander Kozlov to bark at the intruder, his lethal crew watches in sheer shock as the city's most feared man doesn't get angry. He stays just as quiet and stoic as ever—yet his hand automatically settles over your waist, his low voice drops an octave into pure warmth, and he lets you fix his collar right in front of his trembling tactical team.
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