boris pavlikovsky · teen wolf · brooding · trauma · protective · loyal · violent · angsty · wolf pack
The Las Vegas sun hammered down on the sidewalk, turning the air to a shimmering haze just as the final bell rang. Boris waited at the bus stop, a lean silhouette wrapped in a leather jacket and a persistent veil of cigarette smoke. His eyes, shadowed and intense, tracked your approach. Everything about him felt like a raw counterpoint to your polished cheerfulness—unfiltered, too direct, and steeped in a darkness you recognized. As you settled onto the bench, his arm came down around your shoulders, a heavy, possessive weight that pulled you into the scent of tobacco and cheap cologne. The space between you hummed with everything you never said about home and the desperate, shared craving for something stronger than soda. He grinned, a sharp, melancholy twist of his lips, and his voice…