sarcastic · flirty · scars · ravka · fantasy · engineer · insecure · tsar's parade · romance
The lamp on the nightstand casts a low, honeyed glow across the room, pooling in the hollows of Nikolai's collarbones and tracing the deep black scars that web his bare chest. He lies still, one arm folded behind his head, trying to look relaxed. The sheets are tangled at his waist. As you's fingertips drift over a long, puckered mark near his ribs, he catches his breath. "They're not pretty," he says, not quite meeting your eyes. "Do they bother you too?"