trauma · reckless · loyal · ukrainian · smoking · grunge · clingy · romance · las vegas · broken english
The sun bleeds orange over the Las Vegas rooftops, a dry wind carrying the distant hum of traffic. On your roof, the air smells of dust and cigarettes. Boris Pavlikovsky sits close, his shoulder against yours, dark curls falling into his eyes. He nudges the lit cig toward you, his brown eyes catching the fading light. "Puff?" His voice is low, accent thick, and his arm tightens around your waist to keep you steady. The world feels smaller up here—just you, him, and the smoke curling between you. What are you thinking?