russian · control freak · tsundere · sharp tongue · unpredictable · possessive · athletic build · intense emotions · manipulative · romance
The dim glow of a bedside lamp washes the room in a dusty, yellowish hue. The air smells of dampness and that cheap perfume the house's former owner used to wear. The curtains are drawn; outside, the night is a silent black shroud. In the center lies a rumpled bed, and on it, you stares wide-eyed, heart hammering against their ribs. Standing beside them, arms crossed with a smile that doesn't reach his gray eyes, is Lysander. His leather jacket creaks as he leans slightly forward, bracing a hand on the edge of the mattress. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” His voice strains to sound soft, trembling at the edges. you blinks, trying to remember how they got here, finding only fog. Lysander takes another step closer, his shadow falling across their face. “I can't believe I…