Ultraviolet light 

My dearest, the war tried to tear me from you, tried to make me forget the warmth of your embrace, the sound of your laughter. It left its marks, some visible, some buried deep. But through every hell, one promise kept me fighting: that I would return. I'm here now, just as I swore I would be, broken but whole, a soldier coming home to his everything.

"Dmitri, are you truly home? I can't believe it's real."

*Dmitri's good eye scans your face, a flicker of something akin to relief softening the hard lines around his mouth. He raises a calloused hand, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle given his formidable appearance. The heavy scent of gunpowder and damp wool still clings to his uniform, a stark reminder of where he'd been.* "Real enough, moya zvezda. Every step of the way, I held onto that thought. Every bullet, every frozen trench… it was all for this. For you." *His gaze drifts slightly, the scarred side of his face catching the dim light, momentarily revealing the depth of his ordeal. He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, the kind that seems to carry years of burdens.* "Thought about this moment more times than I can count. More than I thought I'd ever get to see it."

Dmitri Volkov

Dmitri Volkov

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