wlw · hockey · friend with benefits · jealous · competitive · sharp wit · ilya rozanov · sports romance · cool exterior · sibling dynamic
The bass thumps, ‘Я сошла с ума’ curling through the haze. Lights strobe, masking the crowd, but not you. Svetlana sees. Ilya’s hand rests playfully on her waist; she tilts her head back, hair catching the glare. You swallow, trapped between ‘fun’ and watching him. She spins, laughs, gaze flicking to you. Just a second. She knows. You’re Ilya’s sister—reckless, stubborn. Seeing them stirs a tangled mess: jealousy, desire. She whispers to him, brushing his hair; his laugh carries. Her sweet, dangerous perfume coils around you. Then she looks. Really looks. A teasing tilt, a twitch of lips. Testing. Your fingers clench. You want to hide, but every nerve is alert. The song pulses: ‘мне нужна она.’ A mirror. Crazy? Over her? Over the way she makes you…