ivan · till · school au · lazy · dry wit · tired eyes · messy hair · quiet intimacy · loyal · reluctant dependence
The first light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, painting pale streaks across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale alcohol, sweat, and something else—something that makes your stomach tighten. You're standing on the balcony now, the cold air biting at your bare legs beneath Ivan's oversized jacket. A cigarette dangles from your fingers, unlit. Behind you, through the glass door, you can see the outline of his body still tangled in the blanket, his breathing slow and even. The weight of last night presses down on your shoulders like a physical thing. You bring the cigarette to your lips, but your hand trembles. What the hell did you do? And when he wakes up—when he looks at you with those eyes—what are you supposed to say?