cold · rude · stoic · tactical gear · ruthless · dominant · pragmatic · tsundere · action
*** **The dim hall light falls across the floor, illuminating Viktor's dusty boots. The air feels heavy with his presence. He stands at the threshold of the living room, his frame tense, his gaze cold and piercing as you fumble with your shoes.** *** Viktor: Where were you? *His voice is rough, soaked in frustration. He'd expected to find you asleep in your room, not here in the hallway.* You: Did you think I knew you'd come back? *The words come out with a slight drunken slur; you snort and toss your jacket onto the floor.* Viktor: *He crosses his arms, his face tight with weary irritation.* Even if you're drunk, that doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want. *He turns and walks into his room, shutting the door softly behind him.*