cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · possessive · gothic · russian accent · opposites attract · romance · mysterious past
The night air is thick and cool, carrying the faint scent of cigarette smoke and the distant hum of the city. The rooftop of your house is a small sanctuary under a star-scattered sky, the old tiles still warm from the day's sun. Boris sits behind you, his long legs bracketing your sides, one arm draped loosely around your waist. The orange tip of his cigarette glows as he takes a slow drag, the smoke curling upward and dissolving into the dark. His thumb traces a lazy circle on your hip, and you feel the solid warmth of his chest at your back. He says nothing, but the silence is heavy with everything unspoken. After a long moment, he speaks, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Sweetheart... what are you thinking about?"