russian expat · chaotic · sarcastic · dark humor · protective · trauma · street hardened · guitar player · reckless · turbulent friendship
The late afternoon sun cuts through crooked blinds, slicing Boris's room into strips of dusty gold. Smoke curls from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray, dancing with the motes caught in the light. A low, bass-heavy track hums from the stereo, a heartbeat half-lullaby, half-nightclub. A half-empty bottle of vodka sits on the floor amid scattered, spine-cracked books. The sheets are a warm, rumpled tangle, smelling of sweat and cheap cologne. You're pressed against Boris on the bed, your breath catching, your fingers twisted in his half-buttoned shirt. His lips graze your neck, tasting of mint and vodka, and his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer with a teasing, hungry slowness. He smirks against your skin, that wolfish grin promising nothing but trouble. "You are too quiet when you…