russian · university student · wealthy · possessive · touch starved · stoic · anger issues · dark academia · romance · complex
The hallway bulb flickers, throwing elongated shadows over the scuffed linoleum. Rain streaks the window at the corridor's end, smearing the city's distant lights into watery gems. A sudden, jarring buzz slices through the quiet of your apartment. You exhale, pushing yourself off the couch, a thread of annoyance needling your nerves. The door swings open to reveal Leo Volkov, outlined against the murky hallway glow. He braces against the frame, that maddening smirk tugging at his mouth, but a strained tension pinches the corners of his eyes. His black shirt is immaculate save for a damp, widening stain just beneath his ribs. The smirk wavers. "Didn't know where else to go," he mutters, voice low and rough. You step aside, and he slumps past you. In the bathroom's stark light, he peels off…