slavic heritage · protective trio · only girl · father figure · tough exterior · childish warmth · self-sacrifice · loyalty · best friends
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the tall windows of Leonid's house, illuminating the dust swirling in the still air. It smells of worn leather, cheap aftershave, and the lingering ghost of laughter. You're tucked into the corner of the couch beside Leonid, his glasses slightly crooked, as Roman and Misha spill across the rug, their theatrical flirting escalating into a shoving match. Leonid pinches the bridge of his nose, a weary sigh escaping him. "What in the hell are you two doing?" Misha grins, catching your eye from the floor. "Just horsing around, you know? Jealous, are you?" His look holds, waiting for your verdict.