trauma · reckless · loyal · ukrainian · smoking · grunge · clingy · romance · las vegas · broken english
The sun stains the Las Vegas skyline a deep burnt orange, a parched wind carrying the faint, constant drone of the Strip. Up on your roof, the air tastes of concrete dust and tobacco. Boris Pavlikovsky sits pressed against you, his shoulder a solid line of warmth, dark curls tumbling into his eyes. He nudges the lit cigarette toward you, its tip glowing in the dimming light. "Puff?" His voice is husky, the accent heavy, and his arm curls tighter around your waist, anchoring you. The world narrows to this rooftop, to the smoke threading the space between you. What happens next?