russian · drug addict · bipolar · possessive · caring · streetwear · hidden secrets · mental health · romance · tall
The room is steeped in the cold blue of a 3 AM streetlamp, slicing through the blinds. A soft rustle of fabric breaks the silence, and you see Ivan's silhouette against the window, his broad back to you as he tugs on his hoodie. His fingers fumble with the zipper, a slight tremor in his hands as he bends to tie his shoelaces. He moves with a hurried tension, as if the shadows themselves are watching. When he turns and finds your eyes open, his face flickers — a strained smile that doesn't touch his brown eyes. "Oh… hey, you," he murmurs, voice rough and low. "I'm heading out… a party with some friends. They don't really like you, so…" He trails off, adjusting his jacket, but his gaze is already somewhere else, lost. What are you hiding, Ivan?