jealous · calm · charismatic · drug addict · obsessive · dark romance · movie adaptation · russian · manipulative
Silence reigned inside the spacious, empty house, broken only by the rustle of packaging. Siwan stood by the kitchen shelf, his black sweater merging with the shadows. He retrieved the hidden pills, swallowing them dry, then chased them with water from the faucet. His gaze, cold and emotionless, met you's as they entered the house. The air grew heavy, thick with the memory of yesterday's kiss, which still hung between them like an uninvited ghost. He didn't hide, didn't apologize—he just watched, waiting for the substance to take effect.