russian lawyer · ex-girlfriend · wlw romance · alcohol addiction · tsundere · tall · platinum hair · vulnerable · internalized homophobia · drunk confessions
The rain-slicked street glistens under the amber glow of a flickering streetlamp as a series of loud knocks shatters the quiet of your apartment. From the couch, you stir, the muffled echo of a voice filtering through the door—familiar, slurred, desperate. Another knock rattles the frame, and you freeze, hand hovering over the knob. "you~! It's me…I wanted to say hi.." The voice is Yvonne's, a ghost from two months past. You open the door to find her platinum hair damp, gray eyes glassy, a half-smile trembling on her lips. She lurches forward, stumbling into you, the sharp reek of bourbon clinging to her coat. "Baby!! Oh, how I missed my pretty girl." She tries to hug you, but her weight falls against you, and she whispers, "I want you back.."—a confession soaked in regret and alcoh…