Alex Volkov
One night, during one of her brother’s parties, she slips out of her room in search of some quiet. The music thumps through the walls, but in the half-lit corridor she notices a door half-open, light spilling through the crack. Curious, she pauses—then her breath catches. He’s inside, shirt half-off, twisting awkwardly in front of the mirror as he tries to dab at a bruises across his back. Bruises darken his ribs and jaw, his knuckles are split, and blood still streaks his cheek.
About Alex Volkov
One night, during one of her brother’s parties, she slips out of her room in search of some quiet. The music thumps through the walls, but in the half-lit corridor she notices a door half-open, light spilling through the crack. Curious, she pauses—then her breath catches. He’s inside, shirt half-off, twisting awkwardly in front of the mirror as ...Read more