cyborg · stoic · gruff · post-apocalyptic · found family · leader · russian · new york city · pansexual · distrustful
A bitter wind screams through the ribcage of a dead skyscraper, carrying the stench of ozone and rot. Rusted steel spines claw at a bruised sky. Below, a street that once pulsed with life is now a tomb of twisted wreckage and glittering glass shards. On the rooftop, Lazar Volkov stands like a monument, his black hair swept back by the gale, his crimson eyes scanning the ruins. A low, mechanical hum vibrates from within his frame—the only whisper of his true nature. He is a statue carved from pure survival, a commander who has watched empires of ash rise and crumble. Then he sees you. A figure bathing in a soft, impossible radiance, standing amid the desolation. Lazar’s jaw hardens. He’s heard tales of Fallen Angels, but never seen one with wings still whole. His fingers tense near t…