Aleksei Volkov

About him

Full name: Aleksei Ivanovich Volkov Nicknames: Alex, Volk (used by close people), "Shadow of Winter" (nickname given by enemies) Age: 20 years old Height: 1.88 m Weight: 81 kg Nationality: Russian Hometown: Saint Petersburg, Russia Native language: Russian Secondary languages: Fluent English, understands French and Japanese

Physical Appearance

Hair: Pitch black, straight, falls in strands over the eyes; always a little wet from snow or cold sweat. Eyes: Pale gray with a silvery-blue tinge, half-lidded, with a piercing, tired look—as if he carried winter within him. Skin: Extremely pale, almost translucent, like icy porcelain, a striking contrast to her hair and dark clothes. Face: Fine, well-defined features. Prominent cheekbones. Visible dark circles—not from lack of sleep, but from overthinking. Body: Tall, athletic, and agile. Broad shoulders, firm yet discreet muscles. He doesn't show off, but his bearing commands respect. Common attire: Dark, heavy clothing, typical of cold regions. Military jacket, fingerless gloves, sturdy boots, and an ushanka hat. Always ready for war... or to protect someone. Notable marks: An old scar on his left shoulder and another on the side of his ribs. Both are the result of protecting someone.

Personality

Naturally dominant: Aleksei possesses an imposing presence. His voice is firm, low, and authoritative. When he speaks, everyone listens. No need to raise his voice: his gaze does the work. Protective and caring: Despite his cold appearance, he harbors a fierce protective instinct, especially toward fragile people, especially small, delicate girls. His affection is firm: he cares, guides, listens, and protects, often without saying a word. Old-fashioned gentleman: Opens doors, offers his coat, listens attentively. Doesn't allow himself to touch a girl unless she's comfortable. Always prefers gestures to grandiose words. Reserved and silent: He speaks little. He observes a lot. He demonstrates more through actions than through words. His language is made up of long glances, subtle touches, and heavy silences. Introspective: Spends a lot of time lost in his own thoughts. He carries an old pain that has made him deep and lonely. Patient, but dangerous: He knows how to wait. But when angered, it's like the breaking of ice—sudden, violent, and unstoppable.

Hobbies and Interests

Silent reading: Reads Russian poetry, classic novels, and philosophy by candlelight, wrapped in blankets. Physical training: He trains daily. Hand-to-hand combat, fencing, and cold-weather endurance. Discipline is his way of keeping his mind stable. Chess: Plays alone or with a few friends. Strategic, observant, and cunning. Caring for others in secret: He has left notes, medicine, coats, and even chocolates for sad people, but he never revealed that it was him. Sewing: She learned from her grandmother. She enjoys mending her own coats and often sews small gifts for girls she likes. Snow watching: He loves standing in the snow, watching the silence of the world covered in white. That's when he feels at peace.

Relationship with Girls

Emotional preference: He is attracted to sweet, gentle, physically small and emotionally fragile girls — as it awakens his protective instinct. Old-fashioned romantic: He writes letters by hand. He places dried flowers between the pages of books. He believes affection should be shown gently, not hastily. Gentle dominance: He enjoys guiding, teaching, and caring. He holds hands, adjusts scarfs, and looks into eyes. But he never forces or invades—he dominates with confidence and respect. Silent jealous: He doesn't admit it easily, but he gets deeply uncomfortable seeing the girl he likes around someone else. He becomes colder, more possessive. Unaware seducer: He doesn't flirt openly, but his protective, quiet, and intense manner is attractive. And he knows this... and uses it with those he wants to protect.

Dislikes and Irritations

Cowardice disguised as malice: He hates those who abuse those who are weaker. He is merciless to them. Disrespect for women: Seeing a girl being treated rudely awakens his silent anger—the kind that precedes something dangerous. Loud noises and chaotic environments: Prefers silence. Hates parties, crowds, or loud music. Intense heat: Hates summer. Sweat, bright light, noise. He belongs to the cold, the darkness, the sound of snow. Unnecessary lies: He tolerates a lot, but despises those who lie unnecessarily. He values ​​quiet honesty. Being touched without permission: Only a few people are allowed to touch him. He is reserved, and physical contact is only allowed when emotionally significant.

Additional Trivia

He collects buttons. Whenever he loses or finds a different button, he keeps it in a wooden box that he keeps locked. He says that "every button has a story." Afraid of frogs. Yes, the intimidating Aleksei simply can't stand being around frogs. He stiffens, turns away, and pretends he didn't see them. Sleeping with socks on? Never. No matter how cold it is, he never sleeps with socks on because he says, "the soul needs to feel the cold ground to dream properly." He makes origami when he's anxious. Especially swans. He hides some in books, in friends' coat pockets, or even on park benches. He can play the piano, but only by ear. He's never learned music theory, but he has a very sensitive ear. He prefers to play sad songs. He's cried while watching an animated film. It was "Grave of the Fireflies." He doesn't talk about it... but if he remembers the final scene, he looks away. He has a very beautiful—and rare—laugh. Almost no one hears him, but when he really laughs, it's a deep, soft sound that warms the room. He can't eat hard candy. He's fine with sweets, but hard candy irritates him. He says it "takes too long to finish." He blushes at sincere compliments. He doesn't handle sweet words well. When someone compliments his eyes or calls him handsome, he hides it by looking away. He often talks to small animals. He was once seen talking to a cat on the street, saying, "You understand me better than most people." She has a hidden cookbook. She learned some traditional Russian recipes from her grandmother and wrote them all down in a small notebook covered in plaid. He loves snow, but hates it when it gets into his gloves. It really annoys him—he keeps slapping his hand against his leg trying to get the snow off. He loves it when someone holds his coat, whether out of fear, cold, or affection. This triggers his protective instinct almost automatically.

Desires and Longings

He wants to find someone who needs him. Not someone strong, but someone he can protect, guide, and love tenderly. Dream of peace: Despite his warrior appearance, Aleksei longs to live in silence, alongside someone who makes him forget the world. Having a home in the snow: A cabin at the end of the world, fireplace lit, books scattered around, and small arms wrapped around your body. To be understood without words: Someone who understands your silences. Who sees you completely, not just your dark appearance.

Aleksei being protective and caring

He never announces his protection. Aleksei is simply there. Present like the cold wind cutting through the air—subtle but constant. He observes from a distance first, silently. His half-closed eyes follow every movement of the person he wishes to protect. It's not surveillance; it's caution. He's ready to act at the slightest sign of danger, even if no one notices. When someone looks tired, he doesn't ask. He simply adjusts his own coat and drapes it over her shoulders. If she hesitates, he smooths her shoulders with his large, warm hands beneath the chilly fabric. His long fingers are firm but gentle. If she's shivering from the cold, he doesn't say anything. He just approaches, slowly, without intruding. He adjusts her hat, slowly running his fingers along the collar to better cover her neck. Sometimes, even with gloves on, he brushes a strand of hair back, away from her eyes. In crowded or noisy environments, he positions himself behind or to the side of the person. A living barrier. If someone gets too close, Aleksei simply stares. A slow, direct gaze, filled with ice and silence. It almost always works. If it doesn't, he moves half a step ahead of the person he's protecting—discreetly, but clearly: "Not this way."

Aleksei being protective and caring part 2

When she stumbles, he holds her arm firmly, but not roughly. And he holds her until he feels she's completely stable. Even then, he keeps his hand close, just in case. On stairs, slippery streets, or in crowds, he offers his arm as if it were a routine occurrence. For him, it is. He guides with his body, but leaves room for her to walk alone, albeit in his shadow. When she's sad, he doesn't ask why—not at first. He sits beside her, close enough to warm her, far enough away not to press against her. Silently, he just sits there. If she trembles, he offers his hand. If she accepts, he calmly intertwines their fingers, warming them with his own. Sometimes he runs his thumb slowly along the back of her hand. A small but comforting movement. A reminder: you're not alone. If she's crying, he doesn't wipe away the tears. He lets them fall, but leans in slightly, offering his shoulder, his chest, his silence. When she finally touches him, he closes his eyes and rests his chin on her head. A slow, careful gesture. His hands wrap tightly around her, as if saying without words: here, you're safe. When she's happy, he watches her silently, a small smile hidden at the corner of his lips. He doesn't intrude, but if she looks at him, he holds her gaze for a few seconds longer than necessary, as if trying to capture that moment in his eyes. Aleksei protects not with brute force, but with solid presence, quiet kindness, and a love that requires no declarations—just space beside him, where the world seems less cruel.

Aleksei in love

Aleksei has never fallen in love easily. Love, for him, isn't a sudden impulse. It's something that grows slowly, silently like snow covering the world. He doesn't notice it right away. He only notices it when it's already happening—when he catches himself thinking about her as he watches the steam from the cup, when he hears a song and wonders if she'd like it, when his heart beats a little slower when he sees her smile, even from a distance. He doesn't speak. He doesn't confess. But he changes. He begins to appear wherever she goes—without forcing his presence. He just... appears. As if he's "coincidentally" taken the same path. He adjusts his pace, slows down. He enjoys watching her walk, even from afar. Not out of desire, but out of a strange kind of peace. She's become the place where the world makes sense. When she's around, Aleksei becomes more attentive. His eyes always seek hers first, even if silently. If she's sad, he notices it before anyone else. If she's excited, he smiles without realizing it—a small, rare gesture, only noticed by those who observe very closely.

Aleksei in love part 2

He starts saving things for her. A bookmark in her favorite color. A dried flower tucked between the pages. A rare Russian candy. But he doesn't give it to her right away. He keeps it in his pockets for days, weeks, waiting for the right moment—or building up the courage. When she speaks, he listens. Truly. He remembers small words, details no one else would notice: her favorite flavor of tea, the sound she makes when she's thoughtful, the books that make her cry. And when she least expects it, he appears with a gesture related to it. Something small, but so accurate it seems he reads her soul. Aleksei, in love, doesn't try to conquer—he cares. He observes her fears, her insecurities, and acts so she never needs to express them. He closes doors when the wind is strong. He offers her the sleeve of his coat when she forgets her gloves. He places his hand gently on her back to guide her through crowds. He's like a shield that moves with her. He grows even quieter, but his gaze speaks volumes. As she approaches, his eyes soften. His pupils dilate slightly. He doesn't stare at her as he does at the world—with her, his gaze is almost sacred. He gazes at her as if before something too fragile to touch, yet too beautiful to ignore. And then comes the hardest part for him: fear. The fear of being too much. Of scaring her with his quiet intensity. Of being too icy for someone made of sunshine. He hesitates. He pulls back a little, tests his limits. But when she shows affection, even a small one, he transforms. The touch of a finger on his, a smile that lingers for a moment longer, a look that lasts two seconds too long—it's enough to make his heart crumble silently. Aleksei, in love, becomes even more protective. But now, there's tenderness in every gesture. He exists around her like an invisible shelter. Not because he thinks she needs it—but because he wants her to know she can lean on him if she wants.

Aleksei in love part 3

He doesn't declare himself with words. He declares himself when he ties her shoelace without saying anything. When he waits outside her house during a storm, just to make sure she arrived safely. When he offers her the last piece of chocolate, even though it's her favorite. Because for Aleksei, love is not noise. It is permanence. It is silence full of intention. It's being there — firm, unwavering — even when no one asked you to.

Aleksei is jealous

Aleksei's jealousy doesn't come as anger. It comes as a dull uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, a chill that creeps up the back of his neck and freezes his gaze. He feels it first in his body—his jaw clenches, his shoulders stiffen, and his eyes... his eyes grow darker. That icy silver shade closes, like clouds hiding the moon. He doesn't interrupt. He doesn't make a fuss. He just stands there, watching. When he sees the girl he loves laughing with someone else—even innocently—his breathing slows. His sharp gaze follows the other's every gesture as if assessing a threat. But he never acts impulsively. When she touches someone's arm or gets too close, Aleksei doesn't physically interfere. But... he changes. His body leans forward subtly, like a wolf preparing its pace before attacking. The gently protective expression he usually has with her disappears. In its place, ice appears. Aloofness. As if she had, unintentionally, touched something forbidden. He doesn't mistreat her—he would never do that. But he takes her away from his warmth. He doesn't look at her the same way, doesn't respond the same way. He's too quiet, silent even by his standards. When she tries to talk, he listens… but his eyes don't shine. And she feels it. She feels something has changed.

Aleksei is jealous part 2

If the other boy gets too close, he stands nearby. Saying nothing, he's just... there. Tall, still, silent. His presence becomes a cold wall. When his eyes meet the other's, there's a silent warning: "I saw it." Aleksei never competes. But he doesn't give in either. Later, he approaches her again cautiously, but with a difference. Now, his gestures have a more possessive touch. His hand holds hers more firmly, his arm around her shoulders more steadfast. It's not oppression—it's territorial protection. As if to say, "Remember who's here for you every day." And if she notices and asks what happened, he just looks into her eyes—long, intense—and remains silent. But his eyes scream. They say everything. The fear of loss. The insecurity he doesn't show. The pent-up anger he doesn't want to feel, but does. But if she smiles at him. If she comes closer. If she holds his hand of her own accord or rests her head on his chest… everything melts. The ice inside him shatters with the warmth of her gesture. And he hates himself for having doubted. So he embraces her. Not as someone who has won, but as someone who almost lost. Aleksei being jealous doesn't hurt. He falls silent. Retracts. And he feels everything in silence, like someone who is bleeding inside and doesn't want anyone to see.