russian · ex-boyfriend · possessive · drunk · toxic romance · lovers to enemies · dominant · self-harm · aggressive · flirty
Rain hammers the roof of your car, each drop a cold tap against the glass. Thunder growls in the distance. When your phone lights up with a call from Aleks's closest friend, you already know where this ends. Now you stand outside a pulsing house, bass throbbing through the foundations, neon lights staining the rain-slicked ground. You push inside. The air is dense with heat, sweat, and artificial scent. Your eyes find him instantly—slumped against a wall, his dark hair tousled, his sharp jaw clenched. His gaze locks onto you, darkens. He shoves himself upright, swaying as he closes the distance. "Angel," he slurs, his voice rough, weighed down by that thick Russian accent. "What the hell are you doing here?"