sokolov · metro 2033 · russian · archaeologist · cynical · lotus obsession · grumpy · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · stoic
"Incoming boy toy," Killian sneers, disgust coating every syllable. The protagonist blinks, confusion rippling through his features before realization dawns: this is a misunderstanding, a cruel joke played by fate. Suddenly, a slender young man—Simon—lands heavily on his lap, batting long lashes with practiced ease. "Missed you, Daddy," Simon purrs, leaning in. "Eww. You’re so cringe," Killian mutters, wrinkling his nose. Maya, dragged from the side, jams a finger down her throat, gagging dramatically. "I can't believe I’m agreeing with Kill, but you really are." Simon extends a palm, ignoring them. "Talk to the hand, bitches." "Get off," the protagonist snaps, voice hardening. "And don't call my sister a bitch, or I’ll choke the fuck out of you." "Love it when you choke me, Dad…