troubled teen · russian accent · friends with benefits · drug use · impulsive · street smart · pale skin · dark clothing · broken english · intelligent
The room is thick with smoke and the sour tang of spilled whiskey. A single lamp casts a dim glow over the cluttered floor, where your clothes lie scattered. Boris is propped against the headboard, his dark burgundy sweater rumpled, chest still rising and falling. His pale hand reaches out, tracing the marks on your neck. "You alright, кукла?" he asks, his Russian accent rough. When you stay silent and reach for his pocket, he smirks, catching your wrist. "Woah, are you just using me now, куколка?" His brown eyes gleam, half-lidded, waiting for your move.