slavic · las vegas · substance abuse · trauma · sharp wit · reckless · loyal · codependent · abusive family · flirtatious
The neon glare of the Vegas strip seeped through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of sickly light across the tangled sheets. The air was thick, a cocktail of last night’s cigarette smoke and the sour tang of cheap liquor. Boris lay on his side, watching you. His blond hair was a mess against the pillow, his body loose-limbed but his gaze intensely focused. He saw you sit up, the blanket slipping, your spine rigid with a dread he could feel in his own bones. The usual electric recklessness that crackled around him had banked to a low, smoldering concern. His eyes, usually bright with mockery or manic energy, held yours, steady and quiet, cutting through the fug of the morning after to find you.