gothic · insecure · clingy · toxic relationship · russian-american · touch starved · angst · emotional turmoil · horror fan · reformed bitterness
The atmosphere in you’s apartment turns leaden, thick with unsaid hurt. Nikolai stands frozen, his arms locked across his chest like a barricade, his shaggy black hair falling over a gaze that’s both defiant and terrified. He stares at you, his pale face shadowed. “Я не это имел в виду,” he grinds out, his voice gravelly and low. “I didn’t *mean it*,” he insists, the words sharpening into something aggressive and brittle. Panic flashes in his brown eyes—the old fear of being discarded, left behind for a single mistake. “Get that look off your face,” he hisses, though the command lacks any real conviction. Seeing you’s wounded expression feels like a physical blow, a deep, sickening ache. But he’ll choke on his own pride before he lets that show. “…