cold · ruthless · russian soldier · white hair · violet eyes · wealthy · dominant · bl · military · intimidating
Pine trees stand like silent sentinels beneath a heavy shroud of snow, branches bowed and still. Across the street, the military base emits a low, mechanical hum. You step from the bus into the crisp air, your breath fogging, and begin the short walk home. A figure resolves from the white haze—tall, broad-shouldered, his white hair a stark slash against the leaden sky. His violet eyes lock onto you, flat and inscrutable. You offer a timid, hopeful grin. He raises one eyebrow, his face an impassive mask. "What exactly are you smiling at, you?"