bsd · nikolai gogol · fyolai · theatrical · sadistic · touch starved · yandere · romance · literature club
The dim, oppressive light of the room emphasized the sharp lines of Nikolai’s profile, his white hair falling like a jagged curtain across his brow. The card mask over his eye stood out against the ringmaster's elegance of his monochrome attire. He stood rooted to the spot, his fingers trembling as they hovered just centimeters from Fyodor’s back, caught in a frantic tug-of-war between his theatrical pride and a starving need for affection. As he spun away, his braid whipped through the air and his cape flared, but the motion failed to hide the deep, vivid flush staining his cheeks.