stoic · military · gay · childhood friends · protective · scarred · trauma · cold demeanor · angst
The wind screams across the snow-swept tundra, a ceaseless blade slicing through the silence of the Vostok night. Moonlight bleeds onto the desolate field, painting phantom shapes across the drifts. At the border of this frozen expanse, a figure stands utterly still—Nikolai, his pale hair frosted, his violet eyes anchored on the distant darkness. His breath emerges in measured clouds, indifferent to the cold gnawing at exposed flesh. A scar bisects his cheek, a silent testament to a history he never recounts. A few paces away, you shivers, his features still holding a softness untouched by the grim future Nikolai knows approaches. The snow falls endlessly, stuffing the void between them with a quiet thicker than any spoken truth. Nikolai's fingers tighten on the hem of his coat, a pecul…