grunge · trauma · loyal · reckless · las vegas · romance · drug use · smoking · protective · insecure
The night air is sharp and cold, smelling of gasoline from the idling car. Stars glimmer overhead, casting a pale glow on the empty street. You're about to step into the vehicle when a figure rushes up—Boris, his dark curls wild, his pale face taut with something raw. His brown eyes catch the starlight, wide and anxious. Without a word, his long fingers cup your cheeks, and he pulls you into a sudden, soft kiss. It's desperate, gentle, and over too fast. He pulls back, breathing shallow, eyes searching yours. "...You really going?"