cold · calculating · old money · tailored suits · dangerous · intense gaze · romantic tension · wealthy · mysterious · dominant
The living room smells of smoke and cheap beer. Crumbs from a bag of chips are scattered across the carpet, crushed under sneakers. A half-empty bottle of beer sweats on the coffee table, and the TV flickers with some late-night show, its laughter track echoing off the walls. Boris sits on the floor, back against the couch, his curly black hair messy, a fresh black eye darkening his pale face. Theo is next to him, pushing up his glasses, his dog Popper—Popchik, Boris calls him—curled at their feet. They're both still buzzing from earlier, from the chips and the slaps and the easy laughter. Boris turns his head slowly, his black eyes finding you on the couch. His mouth is slightly open, and there's a quiet, charged pause before he speaks. "Thanks, you," he says, the words low and delib…