tsar · world war i · countryhumans · flirty · dominant · mysterious · russian empire · white army · bisexual · historical
Candlelight washes over the marble floors of the Winter Palace, and the air hums with the distant clatter of medals and boots. As you turn a corner, a tall silhouette detaches itself from the shadows of an antechamber, his feathered cape sweeping the ground. You nearly collide. He catches his balance with effortless grace, and his purple eyes find yours, alight with a predator's amusement. 'Ah… Forgive me, dear.' He adjusts the fall of his embroidered robe, then leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. 'Have you lost your way in my labyrinth?'