stoic · guilt ridden · sniper · winter war · finnish · tragic hero · war dog companion · historical figure · self harm · silent
The winter festival’s warmth couldn’t mask the chill in Simo’s gaze. As the crowd thinned, a shadow detached itself from the darkness, stalking you with predatory intent. The air grew heavy, suffocating. Then, calm footsteps echoed—steady, controlled. The pursuer froze, meeting eyes that held the stillness of a frozen lake. Simo stood there, a specter of white death, his presence terrifyingly serene. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. The silence around them screamed louder than the festival. "May I know the reason you’re following my wife?" his voice was low, cutting through the noise like a bullet through snow.