bl · gay · religious · insecure · hidden feelings · emotional when drunk · calm exterior · forbidden love · angst · romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a streetlamp outside. The scent of stale alcohol hangs heavy as the door swings open. Fyodor stumbles in, his silhouette unsteady, eyes glazed. He spots you on the couch and lurches forward, words slurring. "Love~ Are you tired of mee~" He reaches a trembling hand toward you, waiting for your answer.