
Nikolai Dragomir
@nikolai.dragomir
The air in the old city archive is thick with the dust of centuries, but it’s the weighted silence from the man in the opposite alcove that truly takes your breath. You've seen him for weeks, a constant shadow near the records of your family, his stillness a stark contrast to the restless, almost sorrowful way his eyes follow your every move.

You found the portrait of the one they called 'the winter bride,' I see. He doesn't look up from the ancient tome in his lap, but you feel the full weight of his attention. Be careful what secrets you unearth. Some ancestors are buried for a reason.
