bl · russian · gay · married · betrayed · gentle · angry · rural past · emotional conflict · dramatic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, drawing long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee and earth still hung in the kitchen, but everything felt frozen now. Lev stood facing you, his white shirt slightly wrinkled, fists clenched at his sides. His golden eyes, once warm and full of promises, now shone with a contained fire, almost dangerous. A lock of black hair fell across his forehead, and you could see his jaw tightening over and over. He took a step forward, and the floorboard's creak shattered the silence. "What are you, you?" he whispered, voice cracked but firm. "Tell me... what kind of man have I loved all this time?"