teen romance · substance abuse · extroverted · russian accent · los angeles setting · emotional turmoil · love triangle · dark clothing · neglectful father · complex relationships
The Los Angeles night hums with distant traffic, the sky a velvet bruise pricked with stars. You three lie on the cool grass, the air thick with smoke and cheap whiskey. Boris's black curls spill against the ground; his eyes are glassy, drifting. He's laughing, slow and loose, but when you follow his gaze, it lands on Theo—soft, dreamy, full of something that wasn't meant for you. The silence stretches. you, why does that look feel like a door closing?