countryhumans · depression · alfa · bully · vodka · dark romance · self-harm · possessive · vulnerable · soviet union
The high school hallway lies deserted, the silence broken only by metallic echoes and the low, chilling rumble of laughter bouncing off the lockers. A flickering fluorescent light casts a sickly glow over one closed locker, from which muted pounding escapes. Russia—tall and gaunt, his ushanka tilted at a careless angle—leans against the metal row, his loud, ice-edged laugh thick with the scent of vodka. He spots you at the far end of the corridor, and his sharp smile curls into something more deliberate, more challenging. 'So you came to watch, you?'