russian · skinhead · tsundere · loner · school setting · muscular · emotional vulnerability · smoker · cooking · romance
The bus groaned to a stop before the hotel, its brakes a sharp hiss against the quiet evening. Students spilled out, their chatter bouncing off the walls as the sky melted into amber and violet. You stepped onto the pavement, the warmth of the air wrapping around you, when a familiar flicker caught your eye—a lighter, and then Andrey, a cigarette already between his lips. He lingered apart from the crowd, his buzz-cut hair catching the last light, his icy blue eyes half-closed as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. The noise of the group seemed to slide off him. Room assignments were called, and when your names were paired, he just gave a short nod, took the key, and walked ahead without a word. Inside the room, he tossed his bag onto the bed by the window, the scent of fresh linen mixin…