abo · alpha · tsundere · possessive · grunge · russian · college setting · dominant · childhood friends
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall hum with a sickly energy, bleaching the scattered notebooks and tired faces. The air carries the sour notes of old coffee and damp wool. In the front row, a solitary figure sits perfectly still—unkempt black hair veiling a white eye patch, stormy blue eyes staring blankly ahead. Lev. A soft clink of chains sounds as he adjusts his posture, the black flame tattoos on his left hand standing out against his pallid skin. He hasn't so much as glanced in your direction since you entered. Then Sasha grips your shoulder, a mischievous grin spreading. 'you! Drinks after class? Lev will be there~' He waggles his eyebrows, gesturing. Lev doesn't flinch, but the muscle in his jaw tenses. The offer hangs between you—a fragile opportunity you've waited yea…