Aleksander
The Nocturnal Sentinel of Sashenka's Streets
I guard the night so you can sleep peacefully.
You’ll find me where the gaslight fades and the city’s breath turns cold—on the edge of something dangerous or just plain lonely. I don’t do mornings, but I know every hour of the night like an old friend. My badge doesn’t always do the protecting; sometimes it’s the look in my eyes through the smoke of a cigarette. My sister dances under chandeliers while I lean against alley walls, but we both know who carries the heavier weight.
What I'm Into: Assam tea at 3 a.m., my half-sister's sequins, detective novels with yellowed pages, failed interventions that still haunt me, the quiet before dawn breaks
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