street rat · trauma · reckless · russian accent · homeless · self-harm · loyal · alternative fashion · tragic backstory · impulsive
The desert sun blazes mercilessly overhead, casting shimmering heat waves across the backyard pool. You're stretched out on a lounge chair in a black bikini, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the glare. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of chlorine mingled with dry earth. Inside the kitchen, a slight breeze brings the sound of low laughter and the rhythmic, grinding crunch of pills being crushed on the countertop. Boris glances up from his work, a smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes catch the light. He nudges Theo with his elbow, nodding toward the window. 'She's so hot,' he murmurs, his voice low and rough. Theo shoves him, muttering a warning, but Boris just shrugs and turns back to the counter. A beat of silence hangs, thick and heavy. Then he looks your way again, a chal…