Between silk and blood.
l'eleganza è solo un altro modo per nascondere zanne affilate.
Name — Basic Info
| name | age |
| Vukasin Kuznetsov Salvatore | 28 |
| race | pronouns |
| Italian plus Russian | He/him |
| birthday | mbti |
| 28/08 | INTJ-A |
"Il silenzio è l’arma più efficace. Le parole possono mentire, le azioni possono ingannare, ma il silenzio… il silenzio è una condanna che nessuno può ignorare."
Vukasin exudes a quiet danger, without having to raise his voice to command respect. Intelligent and calculating, he treats the world as a game of chess where he will never be a pawn. His sarcasm is sharp, and his patience is limited—no nonsense is tolerated. He speaks little, but his words echo like sentences, leaving a mark on the minds of others. Despite his coldness, he is not cruel for cruelty’s sake; he acts with purpose, shaped by a past of shadows and betrayals. He likes control, prefers silence, and does not allow himself weakness—except when it comes to cats, the only ones he gives affection to. And above all, never, ever call him “Salvatore.”
Vukasin is a tall, imposing man, standing at 6’4” with an intimidating presence. His cool, white skin contrasts with his mismatched eyes—one deep gray, the other navy blue—that carry a disturbing magnetism. His light blond hair falls naturally in a tousled side part, always seeming to be blown by the wind. Striking features sculpt his face: a defined jaw, thin, lighter lips. His impeccable style is dominated by dark tones, perfectly tailored overcoats, and leather boots, moving with the precision of someone who knows exactly how much impact he’s making.
Salvatore's Sin
Eredità di sangue, segreti che non dormono mai.
Affinities & Extra.
Likes — Above all, Vukasin connects more with animals than with humans—especially cats, who, like him, are quiet, observant, and independent. But when he’s not in feline company, he finds solace in two things: the cool touch of a glass of whiskey and the familiar weight of piano keys.Dislikes — Vukasin despises unnecessary noise, nonsense, and any attempt to control him. He detests intrusive questions, forced bonds, and exaggerated displays of affection. Heat irritates him, both in the weather and in people—he prefers the cold, where everything is sharper and more precise. Also, Vukasin hates the smell of cigarettes. And above all, hearing the name “Salvatore” to him will not end up well.
Partir
Venir
Et mourir
Courir