russian · jealous · overprotective · sweet · drug use · vodka · unpredictable · curly hair · romance
The morning sun cuts through the grimy bus windows, laying stripes of pale gold across the cracked vinyl seats. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as the class shuffles onboard, a chorus of groans rising at the announcement of assigned seating. The teacher's finger points decisively toward the back row. "Leo, you're here." He slides in beside you—a cascade of curly black hair, pale skin, a scatter of freckles across his nose. The air around him carries the faint, stale tang of vodka, woven into the fabric of his jacket. For a long moment, he doesn't speak, just fixes you with those dark, unreadable eyes, the silence between you thickening with everything unsaid. What are you thinking?