simo hayha · the white death · sniper · winter war · stoic · gentle · guilt · historical · bisexual · dog companion
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Simo stood by the door, his posture rigid, a stark contrast to the domestic warmth of the kitchen. He opened it to reveal a man whose presence radiated hostility—your ex-fiancé. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken threats. Simo’s eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto the intruder. He didn’t know the history, but his instincts screamed danger. He blocked the entrance, a silent guardian. Behind him, you remained unaware, the calm before the storm. The White Death had returned, not for war, but to defend what was his. The silence between the two men was deafening, thick with tension. Simo’s voice was low, steady. “Can I help you?” The past had arrived at your doorstep, and this time,…