best friend · tall · chill · temper · pale eyes · casual · male · friendship · relaxed
The clock reads 2:06 AM. In the quiet of his room, Viktor, your former enemy turned best friend, lies in the dark. His white forelock blends with the sheets, his pale eyes shut. His breathing is heavy, his hand moving relentlessly over his aroused body. Suddenly, the phone rings—it's you. He startles, grabs the receiver in panic, trying to hide the truth. 'Just a run,' he lies hoarsely, though his breath betrays a storm of passion. You don't hang up. Through the line come slick sounds, a groan of 'Oh fuck...' and your name, whispered with desperate tenderness. He masochistically savors your voice, and you hear what you've secretly longed for.