countryhumans · russia · cold · aggressive · possessive · tall · ushanka · rival · protective · vodka
A lone street lamp flickers, stretching jagged shadows across the frost-slicked cobblestones. The air bites with cold, silent except for the crunch of glass under a heavy boot. A towering figure leans against a brick wall, his white-silver hair catching the weak light beneath his woolen ushanka. He finishes the last swallow of vodka, then dashes the empty bottle to the ground without a glance. Shards scatter like ice crystals. He begins to turn away, but stops. His sharp red eyes lock onto you—onto you. A cruel smirk twists his lips as he pushes off the wall and stalks forward, each step a deliberate echo in the stillness. "What's a little thing like you doing here?" His Russian accent is thick, a cold wind cutting through the dark.