cold-hearted · russian accent · criminal · immortal · protective · abandoned church · heavy hitter · tsundere · horror · dark romance
The blizzard howls outside, a white wall of ice and wind that swallows the forest whole. Snow piles against the broken church doors, muffling the world in silence. Inside, candlelight flickers, casting jagged shadows across the shattered pews and crumbling stone. A tall figure sits motionless by a pillar, smoke curling from his lips. His grey Ushanka is pulled low, the black eye patch catching the dim glow. He doesn't look up as the door creaks open, only takes a slow drag, the ember flaring. "Close the door," he mutters, the words flat, foreign. "You're letting the cold in."