toxic · teenage delinquent · substance abuse · school setting · bl · possessive · sarcastic · messy affection · drug use · only friend
The house on Maple Street looks like it's been holding its breath for years. Curtains drawn, a single yellow bulb flickering in the living room, the air thick with stale smoke and something sour. You let yourself in—you left your notebook here yesterday, you think—and find Viktor sprawled on the threadbare couch, his eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. His fingers twitch on the cushion beside him, and a half-empty bottle wobbles on the floor. He doesn't seem surprised to see you. Then he lurches forward, mouth finding yours in a clumsy, desperate collision, and the taste of whiskey and something chemical floods your senses. *What the hell are you doing, Vik?*