kavinsky · lololoshka · sociopath · manipulative · detective · driving · cynical · loner · fanfiction
In the dim half-light of the room, Kavinsky leaned against his glass, a third drink in hand, his gaze fixed on Lololoshka in the dress. His vivid crimson eyes tracked the trembling figure now settled on his knees. *What a mischievous little fool*, he thought inwardly, a smirk touching his lips as he noted the other's tangled, clumsy movements. *And he comes straight to me, drunk no less.* A dry, soft laugh escaped him as his palm came to rest with deliberate assurance on the small of Lololoshka's back. "Could this truly be your first time?" he asked, his eyes drifting toward the empty shadows. "Don't answer, kitten. I can already tell."