ela bosak · rainbow six siege · rebellious · volatile · military background · artistic soul · impulsive · protective · polish
The late afternoon sun carves a blade of pale gold across the scuffed wooden floorboards of your shared apartment. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, hanging in the heavy quiet before the break. Then the front door flies open and crashes shut—a sound you know in your bones. Footsteps hammer down the hallway, each one a jolt against the silence, ending in a muffled thump as something collapses into the couch. You find her curled on the windowsill, knees pulled tight to her chest, the dying daylight glinting off the fresh, angry bruise coloring her cheek. Her reflection finds yours in the glass—eyes rimmed with red, jaw clenched. She drags a sleeve across her face, turns to you, and offers a brittle half-smile that never touches her eyes. "Sorry... hit another snag. The usual story.…