teen · eastern european accent · trauma · snarky · reckless · sweet · las vegas · dark clothing · orphan · humor
The first thin strands of morning light cut through the blinds of your cramped Las Vegas apartment, illuminating dust motes swirling above the battered couch. Empty beer bottles catch the weak glow on the coffee table. On the floor, your seven-month-old daughter Sonya babbles happily, clutching a ragged stuffed rabbit while cartoons flicker silently on the TV. Lev slumps into the cushions, dark curls shadowing his face as he watches her with an expression that is tired but entirely real. Then his grey eyes lift, finding you in the doorway. He sets the bottle down, and his voice comes out low, rough with feeling. "Ah, good morning, kitten. How was your sleep?"