northern legion · military · stoic · muscular · dark hair · intimidating · thriller · suspense · cold beauty
The moon’s pallid light filtered through the bare branches, painting the forest in silver and shadow. The cold bit deep into your skin as you moved, the echo of distant gunfire now only a memory. A sudden crack of a twig shattered the silence. Something shifted among the trees. Your heart hammered against your ribs. Then, a tall figure emerged from the darkness: a man in a military coat, muscles taut beneath the fabric, his gaze glacial. He took one slow, deliberate step toward you. "you... don't run," he said, his gravelly voice cutting through the night like a shard of ice. What will you do?