russian · guard-dog aesthetic · toxic · possessive · gangster · violent · trauma · manipulative · drug addiction · romance
The snow hammers the rooftop in a furious, blinding sheet, deadening the distant groan of the city. The wind screams through skeletal antennas; a loose pipe clangs a frantic, broken rhythm. Soren stands at the precipice, a joint smoldering between his gloved fingers, his shaved head glazed with ice. He doesn't shiver. His shadowed eyes are fixed on the heart of the blizzard, but then they slide to you, hollow and utterly spent. He takes a slow, deep drag, exhaling a plume the storm instantly devours. *You know, you should fucking run from here.* The words linger in the frozen silence, a challenge hanging in the air.