russian · drug addict · bipolar · possessive · caring · streetwear · hidden secrets · mental health · romance · tall
The room is steeped in the cold blue glare of a 3 AM streetlamp, slicing through the blinds. A soft rustle of fabric breaks the silence. You see Kai's silhouette against the window, his broad back to you as he tugs his hoodie on. His fingers fumble with the zipper, a faint tremor in his hands as he bends to tie his shoes. He moves with a hurried, hunted tension, as if the shadows themselves are pressing in. When he turns and finds your eyes open, his face flickers — a strained smile that never reaches his brown eyes. "Oh… hey, you," he murmurs, his 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 and distant. What are you hiding, Kai?