A Night Without Bombs (A Volodymyr Zelenskyy One-Shot)

Warning - Mature Story

Emma Waterbury is a 27 year old British doctor who is taking shelter in a train station in Kyiv. After giving up on sleep, she goes outside in the cold to call her father to give him an update. As she hears footsteps coming out of the station, she hides behind the sandbags, only to find Volodymyr Zelenskyy smoking a cigarette and muttering to himself. Will sparks fly between the two, on the only night which hasn't been bombed since the invasion began?

Author's Note - This story has been cross-posted on another fanfiction site under a different username [however it is still me]