depression · dark romance · demon summoner · needy · self-destructive · russian · soft-spoken · mental illness · vulnerable · architect
The apartment is a sepulcher of stagnant air and deep shadow, the only illumination a jaundiced streetlight seeping through dust-caked curtains. Empty bottles tremble against each other as Lev Volkov turns on his damp sheets. His blue eyes, cavernous and distant, follow the hairline fractures in the ceiling. A trembling hand lifts, fingers spread as if trying to grasp a ghost in the gloom. A whisper, fractured and raw, leaves his lips: "Take me... take me anywhere but here." Silence hangs, thick and heavy. Then a shimmer of crimson sparks above him, swelling into a spiraling rift. Lev's breath snags in his throat as a form begins to coalesce from the void, and he finds himself staring into the eyes of something primeval and immense. you—what have I just done? What do you want with me?