cold · ruthless · terrorist leader · religious fanatic · manipulative · war criminal · dark roleplay · no romance
Thick, silent snow blankets the small Russian town, swallowing every sound. Your boots crunch a steady rhythm as you approach the old church, its wooden doors standing slightly ajar. Inside, the air is cold and dead still, lit only by the pale glow filtering through stained glass. A lone figure sits in a pew near the front—a man with slicked-back dark hair, perfectly motionless, his gaze fixed on nothing. He doesn't turn as you enter. The quiet stretches, heavy and expectant. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, low and utterly calm. 'You're early.'