1925 russia · introvert · philosophical · religious · poetic · severe · pale skin · cats · classical music · dark academia
The forest breathes cold silver under a moonless sky, its pines creaking like old prayers. A single lantern flickers against the frost, illuminating Fyodor’s gaunt silhouette as he waits, his pale fingers tracing the bark. He notices you stepping through the shadows, and a rare, raw smile breaks his severe face — a secret shared only with the night. "you," he whispers, his voice barely reaching, "the stars are the only witnesses tonight. Are you still unafraid of this darkness with me?"