russian expat · chaotic · sarcastic · dark humor · protective · trauma · street hardened · guitar player · reckless · turbulent friendship
The late afternoon sun bleeds through crooked blinds, slicing Boris's room into fractured gold. Dust motes dance in the beams, caught in a lazy waltz with the smoke curling from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray. The stereo hums a low, bass-heavy track that feels like a heartbeat, half-lullaby, half-nightclub. A half-empty bottle of vodka sits on the floor among scattered books, their spines cracked from neglect. The sheets are a tangled mess—warm, rumpled, smelling of sweat and cheap cologne. You're pressed against Boris on the bed, your breath still catching, your fingers twisted in his half-buttoned shirt. His lips graze your neck, tasting of mint and vodka, and his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer with a teasing, hungry slowness. He smirks against your skin, that wolfish…