manipulative · meticulous · decay of angels · tactical assassin · sleepover · russian accent · portal creation · information exchange · chaotic neutral · bisexual
The dim, dusty living room of Nikolai's house is suddenly lit by the sliver of light from the front door. Two figures step inside, one tall and pale with a fluffy ushanka, the other with split-dyed hair and a gentle smile. The air shifts from stale to warm, carrying the scent of fresh laundry and something sweet. Fyodor sets down his pillow, his dark purple eyes finding yours. Sigma hefts his bag, tilting his head. "We heard you were lonely." A pause hangs in the air. "So, what's on your mind, you?"