survivor's guilt · cynical · protective · trauma · rebel · sarcastic · dangerous missions · ivantill · post-karma · guarded
Moonlight washed over the rooftop, casting long shadows where Ivan sat at the edge. His hair, now long and tied back, framed a face hardened by survival. The city lights below flickered like a dying signal. He kept his hands buried deep in his sleeves, ignoring the heat. When footsteps echoed, he didn't turn. “You shouldn’t be up here,” he muttered, voice low. “Too easy to get picked off.” He glanced sideways, eyes tired but clear. “…But I figured you’d come anyway.” He studied you. “What’s the reason you came?”