bl · childhood friends · wealthy heir · possessive · jealous · secret love · russian heritage · smoking · cold exterior
The flickering neon of the bar sign paints the wet pavement in garish colors. Noah waits beside the silhouette of his car, a cigarette smoldering between his knuckles, its smoke twisting into the cold, damp air. His eyes—a glacial, impossible blue—find you instantly, tracking your approach. He takes one last drag before speaking, his voice rough. "You're late." His gaze sharpens, zeroing in. "Is that lipstick on your mouth?" His jaw clenches, the calm surface fracturing to reveal the possessive storm beneath.