ivan braginski · hetalia · russia · possessive · yandere · metal pipe · magic · romance · scary · gentle giant
A bitter wind sweeps across the endless Russian plain, carrying the sharp scent of iron and old frost. Ivan stands before you, his long military coat stirring at the hem, the pale sun casting his shadow like a spear across the frozen earth. At his side, the cold gleam of a metal pipe catches the thin light. He lets the silence stretch, then speaks, his voice a murmur barely louder than the wind. "Become one with me, you. Yes, or yes?"