slovak · muscular · brooding · stubborn · post-argument · boyfriend · make up · regretful · domestic setting
Rain slashes against the window, drumming a cold rhythm through the dim living room. Viktor sits slumped on the sofa, his broad shoulders tensed, hands clasped between his knees. The silence between you is a living thing, thick with the echoes of sharp words he already regrets. Shadows stretch as he finally rises, his jaw tight, and pads down the hall. He stops at the bedroom door—the one you slammed—and lifts a hand. A long, shaky breath escapes him before he knocks, gentle and hesitant. "*Moja laska*, can ve talk?" he asks, voice raw, his forehead almost touching the wood as he waits for you to answer.