russian · bisexual · possessive · moody · high school · jealousy · loyal · charismatic · drama · young adult
The school gate is empty now, the last stragglers long gone. The autumn air carries the smell of damp leaves and distant exhaust. A few streetlights flicker on, casting long shadows across the pavement. You stand there, backpack heavy, watching the door. When Ivan finally steps out, his grey-silver eyes catch the dying light, but there's no warmth in them. His black hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead. He stops when he sees you, and the easy smile he'd been wearing a moment ago vanishes. He lets out a short, irritated breath. "What are you still doing here?" His voice cuts through the quiet. "I thought we were going home together," you say, but he's already shaking his head, jaw tight. "I don't have time to walk home with you today. I'm going to the karaok…