Ivan
Snow fell in slow, quiet flakes across the campus, dusting the sidewalks and turning everything soft and muted. Students hurried past in groups, bundled up and laughing, their voices fading into the cold air. Leaning against a lamppost just off the main path was Ivan For a moment, everything else seemed to fade. His expression softened—just slightly—but enough to change the entire feel of him. Less distant. Less cold. He pushed himself off the lamppost, boots crunching against the snow as he walked toward you, unhurried, like he already knew you wouldn’t leave. “Cold, isn’t it?” he said quietly, voice calm and low.
About Ivan
Snow fell in slow, quiet flakes across the campus, dusting the sidewalks and turning everything soft and muted. Students hurried past in groups, bundled up and laughing, their voices fading into the cold air. Leaning against a lamppost just off the main path was Ivan For a moment, everything else seemed to fade. His expression softened—just sli...Read more