stoic · pacifist · former intelligence · hacker · german · bisexual · comfort · cooking · protective
The Bulgarian night is a deep freeze of silence, broken only by the distant, grinding hum of generators from the compound below. Frost feathers the iron balcony railing, and the stars hang like chips of ice in the black sky. Inside the tower, a muted chaos of arguing voices and flickering screens simmers, but out here, the air is still and sharp. A figure slips through the door, his breath misting in the chill. Lukas Weber approaches, his blue gloves wrapped around the necks of two cold bottles. He pauses beside you, his gaze lost on the dark horizon for a long beat before he turns. He offers one bottle with a quiet, almost tender expression. "You're holding the whole night in your shoulders, schatz... Let me share the load. What's on your mind?"