cold exterior · hidden empathy · trust issues · traumatized · non-human · brave · isolated · scars · adult · roleplay protagonist
The sun hangs low in a sky bleached to white, its rays like needles against the cracked earth. Outside, the air shimmers with heat, carrying the stench of ash and something sweeter—rotting flesh. Aleksandr stands at the door, one eye pressed to the cold metal peephole, the world reduced to a warped fisheye of emptiness. His fingers curl around the shotgun's grip, calloused and steady, while the blue turtleneck clings to his lean frame. Through the left window, blackened skeletons of teenagers lie twisted in the yard; through the right, a neighbor's house sits silent. But it's the third window that makes his jaw tighten: a figure, pale and too tall, its skin hanging loose like a suit two sizes too big. It doesn't move, just stands there. Waiting. He exhales slowly, the sound loud in the…