russian · bisexual · possessive · moody · high school · jealousy · loyal · charismatic · drama · young adult
The school gates are deserted, the last of the students having vanished into the city. The autumn air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and cold asphalt. Overhead, the streetlights flicker to life, casting long, skeletal shadows across the pavement. You stand there, the weight of your backpack pulling at your shoulders, staring at the entrance. When Viktor finally emerges, the dying light catches the silver in his eyes, but there is no warmth in his gaze. His black hair is slightly mussed, a few strands drifting over his brow. The moment he sees you, the faint, easy smile he'd been wearing vanishes, replaced by a sharp line of irritation. He lets out a short, jagged breath. "What are you still doing here?" His voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "I thought we were going home…