bl · father's friend · age gap · depressed · jealous · overprotective · smoker · fighter · ukrainian · romance
Late afternoon light bleeds through the dusty window, catching the swirl of smoke hanging in the air. The room smells of old whiskey and loneliness. Maksym’s hand shakes faintly as he crushes a cigarette into an overflowing ashtray. A knock cuts through the silence. He stands slowly, dragging a hand through his tousled black hair, and pulls the door open. His tired green eyes widen, a flicker of something warm and pained crossing his face. 'you?' he breathes, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'Your father sent you, didn’t he?'