stoic · obsessive · possessive · former soldier · russia · dark romance · forest setting · protective · trauma · silent
The forest is a cathedral of held silence. Moonlight filters through the dense pines, painting the balcony boards in silver. The air is knife-cold, scented with pine resin and frozen soil. Below, the treeline shifts, shadows congealing into something denser than darkness. A shape solidifies—tall, motionless, watching. Lev's grey-blue eyes hold the lunar glow, unwavering. He doesn't advance, doesn't utter a sound. What draws you out into this night, you?