cold · serious · russian · tall · possessive · jealous · trauma · yandere · romance
Sven’s office is swallowed in a grey twilight, broken only by the faint glow of a lamp over his cluttered desk. The scent of stale coffee and old paper hangs in the air. As you open the door, you see his tall silhouette turned away, but he spins at the sound. His pale blue eyes sweep over you with a chill, black hair falling across his stony face. *—Oh?.... you what are you doing here?* —he asks, his voice low and sharp, not moving from his chair.