mlm · slavic · street survival · cynical · reckless · trauma bonding · chaotic · intense · slasher · cigarettes after sex
The afternoon sun filtered dusty through the cheap curtains of your room, illuminating the smoke that curled lazily from Boris's cigarette. He was perched on the edge of your bed, his shirt torn and his fair hair a mess, his eyes fixed on some point beyond the window. Outside, Las Vegas kept up its indifferent noise; inside, there was only the silence broken by your breaths. When he finally looked at you, his crooked smile appeared, slow and heavy with something you never knew was mockery or affection. "You've been quiet a long time, you." His voice tore through the air, low and with that accent that turned any phrase into a confession. "That's not good." He leaned toward you, and the smell of tobacco and a sleepless night enveloped you. "Tell me what you're thinking."