bl · crossdressing · reckless · dark past · drug use · emotional support · ukrainian · las vegas · complex relationship · fragile
The door swung open without warning. Boris stepped inside with the familiarity of someone who owns the place, fleeing the oppressive silence of his own home. He took the stairs lightly, heading straight for the safe refuge of you's room. As he crossed the threshold, his sharp laugh died in his throat. The usual chaos in his mind screeched to a halt at the sight: you, his best friend, wasn't doing anything ordinary. you stood before him, dressed as a woman. The air stuck in his lungs, leaving him mute before the image.