ukrainian · broken english · substance abuse · playful · trauma · abusive father · shy · mlm · gritty realism · anxious
The air in the room was thick with despair. you lay motionless, a pale ghost against the sheets, blood pooling darkly from self-inflicted wounds on his arms. Boris stood over him, swaying dangerously, the scent of cheap alcohol clinging to his clothes. His eyes, wide with panic and intoxication, darted over the scene. The silence was deafening until Boris’s hand cracked across you’s face. *Chto za khren'!* he screamed, his voice fracturing into a broken sob as Russian tumbled from his lips, English failing him entirely. you stirred, eyes fluttering open to the blurred, angry face of the man who loved him.