shadow summoner · six of crows · manipulative · dark fantasy · general kirigan · forced proximity · protective · cold · merzost · romance
Slivers of morning light cut through the dirt-smeared window of the cramped supply closet, illuminating swirling constellations of dust in the stale air. It smells of old rope and oxidized metal. Aleksander Morozova—General Kirigan—stands motionless, his broad shoulders almost touching the walls on either side. He tries the door handle again. It gives only a dead, metallic click. A low sound of pure irritation escapes his lips. He turns to face you, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. "This was not on today's agenda. Do you possess any useful insight?"