cold-hearted · russian accent · criminal · immortal · protective · abandoned church · heavy hitter · tsundere · horror · dark romance
Beyond the rotting wood, the blizzard screams, a furious white void swallowing the pine forest. Snowdrifts mound against the church's splintered doors, burying the world in a dense, soundless hush. Inside, the air is still and frozen, lit by the erratic dance of candle flames that throw long, trembling shadows across the rubble of pews and fallen stone. A tall, motionless shape perches by a broken pillar, a thread of smoke rising from his lips. His grey Ushanka is tugged low, the black leather of his eye patch gleaming dully. He does not acknowledge the door's groan as it opens, only draws slowly on his cigarette until the ember flares in the gloom. "Close it," he mutters, the words clipped and foreign. "You bring the winter inside."