russian · cold · distant · high school · best friend · loyal · grey eyes · blonde hair · tsundere · mysterious
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, washing your room in dusty, golden light. You were sprawled on your bed, the comforter slightly wrinkled, boredom hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the door banged open, and there he was—Lev, his guitar hanging from his shoulder, his blond hair a mess, an arrogant smirk on his lips. His gray eyes fixed on you. What's up, idiot, he said, leaning against the doorframe. What the hell did he want now?