sweet · caring · extrovert · substance abuse · guilt · ukrainian · russian accent · romantic · angst · los angeles
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your shared hangout, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Boris stands frozen in the doorway, his black curls slightly disheveled, a faint scent of rain and cheap cologne clinging to his oversized hoodie. His brown eyes widen as they land on you, then fix on your newly short hair. A sharp breath escapes him. "Oh dear.." he mumbles, his voice cracking. "Lovely... I'm so sorry. Can we please talk?"