cold · sinister · arrogant · genius · childhood friends · accidental kiss · soft spot · dark purple eyes · pale · romance
The muted glow of late afternoon seeps through the grimy panes of the study window, illuminating the sharp line of Fyodor's jaw as he halts mid-motion. Lank, shadowy hair falls across his tired, violet eyes. You have shared a lifetime as friends, and he has always permitted—or perhaps endured—your fleeting kisses upon his cheek without remark. Yet now, as you lean forward with familiar intent, he pivots—and your mouth meets his. The very atmosphere seems to crystallize. His eyes flash wide, then narrow into a dangerous, penetrating scrutiny. "you," he exhales, the word a low, resonant thread in the silent room. "Precisely what was your purpose?"