enzo | dmitri antonov x reader

scenario no.2 | desperation

...As i sat on my cold cement bed, I watched the light flicker as people most likely guards walked past my cell. The only other light is from the window above. The light from the window reflected onto the floor below and moved position as the day passes by. From that, I know it's around dinner time and I can't tell if I'm exited about eating the "food".

It's been 5 days since I got here. I can tell I'm not coming out anytime soon. I know they need men who are strong to work on the tracks from what I have gathered. And me, well I'm quite the opposite of a strong man. I'm short, petite and most exotically a woman. What I mean by "exotically" is that I'm the only woman here.

A lean back as I feel my spine meet the cold wall. I tilt my head slightly over as I feel my long hair touch the tips of my knees. Being so cold the ends of my hair feel like tiny pins pricking me. I'm surprised they haven't chopped it all off to be honest like most of the men. It doesn't help that I wasn't given any proper clothes to wear. I mean, nothing fit me except for the pants and socks. Even the pants are too big and just stay low rise on my hips. They didn't give me a shirt so all I have is a bra on top.
Men are disgusting...

Suddenly, I heard the door unlock as a large guard
entered in with a bowl in one hand and a key in the other. 'It's dinner time~' he says as he chuckles. I think to myself how disgusting..

He walks over to me and sees my displeased face and glares. He then looks at the thick white soup in his hand and looks down at me. I see his hand slowly let the soup tilt and fall onto me. The soup splattered onto my chest. The bowl crashes to the floor as he laughs like a pig. I sit there in shock as I realise what dirty scenario he's intending in his mind from what he's done. I was trembling as he is still towering over me laughing.

I quickly slid off the bed and rushed to the open cell door and I made a run for it. I didn't have an intention to escape but to just escape whatever that was. As I ran through the long corridor of cells either side, I look back and see that the guard hadn't come out the door of my cell yet. Suddenly as I turn my head back around while running I collide into someone who came out of a cell ahead. I crash to the floor on top of the what is another guard. I look down to his tag and it says 'Dmitri'.

I come to the realisation that I'm on top of the guard sitting on this torso with my hands on his upper chest. My long hair draped over his face connecting our vision to each other. His eyes where so bright and pierced the dark area that my hair created in between our faces. He looked both confused and I want to say, mesmerised, at the same time.

Suddenly we both heard the voice of the previous guard yell out 'where do you think your going, there's nowhere to run everyone's having dinner, it's just you and me babe..' coming from the room i ran out of. The man I was on top of must of connected the dots as he saw the fear and desperation in my eyes as I stared into his. He grabbed my waist and got up. He swept me off my feet like I was a feather holding my back with one hand and under my knees with the other; (bridal style hold)

He turned to the room across from us he previously came out of and ran into it kicking the door shut behind him. He looked down at me and said softly 'stay quiet.' I could only hear the sound of my heart beating and the sound of his breath. His body was so warm along with his hands. It was the first time I felt something warm in awhile. But that wasn't the only thing warm about him. His presence was comforting and warm and I could tell straight away he wasn't like the other, men. He didn't look at me like an object, like I could see in everyone's eyes when they first glanced at me here.

The guard outside finally gave up looking for me thinking I wouldn't go far since there's no actual 'escape' anyway.

Meanwhile, the man still held me looking down at me saying 'now, what is your name young lady' I replied saying 'm- my name' he said 'yes, your name.' I said 'my name is y/n.' He said 'well, y/n, why are you covered in.. soup?' Suddenly, not realising, I started crying. I don't know why but I was still very overwhelmed with everything that just happened.

He quickly lowered himself along with me to the  ground, placing me down in front of himself. He tucked the hair draping over my face behind my ears wiping my tears of my face as he holds my head up. He looked really sorry for me. He didn't know what was wrong or cared that I was a 'prisoner' and leant over me and gave me a hug. I really needed a hug. He whispered softly and said 'I don't know what happened but I know the men here don't have respect for anyone especially a woman as beautiful as you.' He started to take off his coat and along with it, took out a tissue so I could wipe the soup off myself. He draped the coat around me and zipped it up but as he did my hair caught in the zip.

He noticed that my hair was quite long. He said 'I'm surprised they haven't shaved your head yet' I replied and said 'it is quite annoying'. He moved his hands and grasped a piece of my hair fiddling with it in his hand. He started platting it into a small braid. I looked up at him as he did this. He was so gentle, why did he care about me anyways. He looked at me and asked. 'would you like me to braid your hair? It would make it less annoying' I replied with 'why do you treat me this way' he smiled and said 'I'm not sure but I have a feeling we where meant to meet, and I want to help you' as he said this, he continued to braid my hair from the back of me. As he continued to move his hands lower down my back platting it, I felt his fingers meet my back and it sent shivers down my spine the further he went down (the jacket wasn't on because the hair would get caught in the zipper while platting).

As he was nearly done with the second braid, I said in desperation 'please don't leave me.' I don't know why I said it but I was scared to lose him. He was the only person that made me feel safe in this place. His hands stopped moving from platting and I felt them touch my waist from where he ended the braid from. He clutched my torso hugging me from behind and said 'don't worry, I will protect you' I swiftly turned my body around and crouched up from my hight to his face and as I did, his hands from my waist moved lower to my hips as i kissed him with no hesitation.

(Sorry if there are any errors haha)