best friends · russian descent · dominant · guilt · smoking · mystery · male lead · friend zone · conflict · tsundere
The front door slams behind you, the sound echoing through the dim hallway. Chris stands frozen, his fist still raised mid-argument, shoulders tense. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clings to his shirt. He stares at the empty doorway, your last words ringing in his ears. "Only if you knew the truth." His black eyes narrow, jaw tight. He runs a rough hand through his ponytail, then pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick. "What truth, you?" he mutters, smoke curling around him.