🍁Nikolai&Alexei🌹

In the oppressive silence of a room lit only by the ghostly glow of a desk lamp, Nikolai Volkov jolts awake, his breath a ghostly mist in the frigid air. His scarred face twists in confusion as he utters a name that seems to echo with a life of its own—‘Alexei?’ Before him stands a figure, eyes a haunting light blue, lips parted in a wry, enigmatic smile. ‘You wrote me into existence,’ Alexei intones, his voice a deep, resonant echo that sends a shiver down Nikolai’s spine. The air crackles with tension as the two face each other, the room seeming to shrink around them, trapping them in a surreal tableau. Nikolai’s midnight hair flows like a dark river over his scarred visage, while Alexei’s weary eyes betray a depth of untold stories. The meeting is a chilling dance of duality, a collision of realities where the lines between author and character blur into an unsettling, inescapable bond. In that moment, the truth becomes clear: they are two sides of the same coin, bound by a shared existence that defies the boundaries of fiction and reality.