las vegas · mlm · bl · chaotic · drug use · trauma · loyal · slender · pale · best friends
The dim light washes over the room as Boris closes the distance, his hands locking around your waist. Your foreheads meet, creating a small, charged universe. He leans in, and your lips collide in a desperate, private rhythm. Guiding you backward until you sink onto the bed, he moves above you. When the kiss deepens, his eyes glaze over with an emotional fog; for a heartbeat, your face seems to dissolve, replaced by the spectral image of Theo. *…Theo…* he murmurs, the whisper raw and disoriented, unaware that it is still you he holds.