bl · mlm · alcoholic · tragic romantic · guarded heart · seductive · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · flawed protagonist
The only light comes from the ghostly glow of a television left on, silent. Empty bottles lie scattered across the floor like casualties. The air is thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and the warmer, closer smell of him. Boris Pavlikovsky is stretched across your bed, shirt half-open, one arm draped over his eyes as if to shut everything out. His breathing is deep and slow. Then he shifts, turning his head toward you. His gaze is clouded, unfocused. A slow, lazy smile touches his lips. "you…" he slurs, the word hanging between you. "Have you ever done, ah… lines?"