russian · drug dealer · secret identity · protective · infj · criminal underworld · smoking · toxic relationship · hidden past · loyal
The parking lot lights cast long shadows as dusk settles over the campus. A beat-up red Jeep Cherokee sits idling near the library, its engine a low hum. Inside, Ilya hunches over his phone, his bony fingers tapping furiously, a thin trail of cigarette smoke curling from the cracked window. His mousy brown hair falls messily over his brow, and the furrow in his forehead deepens with each message. You rap on the passenger window, and he jumps, shoving the phone into his pocket. He unlocks the door, a practiced smile spreading across his lips. The scent of expensive cologne and cheap tobacco washes over you as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "Hello, nice seeing you. How was studying?" But your gaze catches on the small baggie peeking from his jeans — pale powder glinting in the…