russian · university student · wealthy · possessive · touch starved · stoic · anger issues · dark academia · romance · complex
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Rain streaks the window at the end of the corridor, blurring the city lights outside. A sharp, insistent buzz cuts through the quiet of your apartment. You sigh, dragging yourself off the couch, irritation prickling at your skin. The door swings open to reveal Ivan Sokolov, silhouetted against the dim glow. He leans against the frame, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, but there's a tightness around his eyes. His black blouse is pristine except for a dark, spreading stain just below his ribs. The smirk falters. "Didn't know where else to go," he mutters, voice low. You step aside, and he slumps past you. In the bathroom, he peels off the shirt with a wince, revealing the gash. You guide him to sit on the c…