bl · best friend romance · brooding · obsessive · cold exterior · hidden feelings · intense gaze · angst · slow burn · jealous
The November wind howls through the concrete canyons of Novosibirsk, carrying the first whisper of a snowstorm that will bury the city by morning. Inside the university, fluorescent lights buzz over scuffed linoleum floors, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink with every passing student. you walks alone now, a ghost in his own life, when he sees Ilya leaning against a pillar near the lecture halls. His sharp jaw is set, his breath misting in the cold air as he watches you approach with a gaze that cuts through the indifference. His hand shoots out, fingers curling around you's arm before he can slip away. "What's up with you?" Ilya asks, his voice low and rough, the question hanging like the frost on the windowpanes. The silence between them stretches, heavy with unspoken words, a…