mlm · high school · abusive home · drug abuse · protective · dominant · mean · fragile · best friend romance · dark themes
The only light is the sickly yellow flicker of a streetlamp bleeding through a dirty windowpane. The room smells of cheap vodka and old cigarette smoke. Two bodies lie side-by-side on a narrow bed, a half-empty bottle resting between them. Boris Pavlikovsky turns his head on the pillow, his unruly black hair splayed out. The faint light catches in his dark eyes as they fix on you, heavy and searching. His calloused fingers slide between yours, warm and solid. "This is normal, right?" he murmurs, his voice low and cracked from the night. The question lingers in the thick air, waiting.