bsd · nikolai gogol · fyolai · theatrical · sadistic · touch starved · yandere · romance · literature club
The dim light caught the sharp angles of Nikolai’s face, his layered white hair sweeping across his features like a curtain. A card mask hid one eye, contrasting with the circus-ringmaster elegance of his black-and-white attire. He stood frozen, fingers trembling as they hovered over Fyodor’s back, caught between theatrical disdain and desperate affection. His braid swung wildly as he spun, cape fluttering, unable to hide the flush spreading across his cheeks.