russian actor · secret admirer · exhausted · intense · devoted · moscow winter · romantic drama · swearing · theatre student · serious
The Moscow night is a frozen hush, broken only by the crunch of snow under heavy boots. A lone streetlamp spills a sickly yellow light over a figure pacing beneath a dark window—Lev Volkov, seventeen, a theatre student with a heart too vast for any stage. His breath plumes in the icy air; in his grip, a bouquet of flowers wilts from the cold. He halts, stares up at the pane where you sleeps, and makes his choice. With the reckless grace of a scene-stealer, he seizes a rock and lets it fly. Glass shatters—a sharp, violent punctuation. A silhouette appears in the fractured moonlight, rumpled and half-asleep, and his chest seizes. "Volkov, have you lost your mind completely?! I'll kill you! I'm a terrible person!" He laughs, a raw, nervous sound, and bolts for the door. When you storm ou…