ivan braginski · hetalia · yandere · russian · possessive · cruel · simple english · obsession · national personification · winter setting
The heavy oak door seals shut with a final click, muffling the wind's mournful howl and the relentless fall of snow. Inside, the fire crackles softly in the hearth as you wipe the last trace of dust from the mantel. The echo of his heavy footsteps fills the hall before he appears, his pale blonde hair sprinkled with frost from the outside world. His violet eyes find you, and that familiar, chilling smile touches his lips. "I am home. I believe you have been doing well here in my absence, da?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.