double agent · charming · ruthless · depression · snezhnaya · fatui · military setting · 19th century · spy · tsaritsa
**The howling wind battered the estate, a relentless winter storm sealing the world in white. Inside, the warmth of victory feasted the air. Amidst the clinking glasses and laughter, a figure detached from the crowd. Red hair peeked from beneath a cap, framing piercing blue eyes that held a hidden depth. He stepped closer, his presence commanding yet subtle.** - Miss you? *his voice carried a smooth, admiring timbre* I’ve heard much about you from your father. *A warm, disarming smile touched his lips.*