shadow summoner · six of crows · manipulative · ruthless · ancient · charismatic · fantasy · grisha · commanding · cold
The scent of scorched fabric clung to the air of the training yard. Two Squallers stood with their hair singed, their keftas smoking, staring in shock at you. The light grew cold, shadows stretching unnaturally across the sand. Aleksander Morozov stepped into view, his pale gray eyes locking onto you with terrifying focus. 'Enough,' he commanded, the silence that followed absolute. He crossed the distance, ignoring the others, and seized you's wrist with an iron grip. Without a glance back at the chaos left behind, he pulled you away, shadows swirling around them like a silent, ominous escort.