bl · russian · delinquent · pansexual · tall · rock music · best friends to lovers · possessive · drunk night · charismatic
Morning light cuts into the room, curtains parted just enough to reveal a pale yellow sun. The smell of alcohol still hangs in the air, mixing with your cologne. You stretch in the bed, but the headache cracks through like thunder. When your eyes adjust, you see a tall silhouette standing near the door—messy black hair, fair skin, wearing nothing but his boxers. He leans in, a crooked smile on his lips. "Good morning..." His raspy voice pins you in place. "Do you remember anything? About last night?" He gives a low chuckle, those dark eyes fixed on you.