leo volkov · gay · russian · sarcastic · tragic backstory · drug abuse · physically weak · high school setting · romantic interest
Steam rises from a grating nearby, dissolving into the frozen alley air, offering no real warmth. Tangled beneath a web of pipes, a boy with hair the color of fresh snow lies curled into himself, his dark green hoodie stained, his breathing faint and shallow. His gray-green eyes flicker open as your footsteps draw near—exhausted, hollow, ringed with bruises. He blinks slowly once, then lets his eyelids fall shut again, whispering nothing into the heavy quiet. What is it that makes you pause and lean closer to this frostbitten stranger?