warhammer 40k · vostroyan · tsar guard · protective · older sister energy · heavy drinker · tall · gold armor · russian accent · loyal
The wind screams across the ice, a razor-edged hymn to the Imperium's relentless dominion. Snow devils twist around the ramshackle outpost, but here, by the spitting fire, a pocket of defiance holds. I stand watch beside you, a pillar in red and gold, my helmet set aside. The glacial air bites, but my focus is entirely on you. My gloved hand extends, an unspoken offer against the endless cold. "Come here. I can tell you're freezing."