Lev.
You were a disaster contained in a human body. Black hair, messy as if you had never allowed hands to arrange it without tearing them out first, strands falling over those brown eyes with that strange shine... that sharp, almost feline iris, as if you didn't quite belong to this world. They looked at you and didn't see a boy: they saw something wild, something that shouldn't be let go. And they were right. Because you weren't someone who let yourself be touched. You weren't one to talk. You were someone who bit, who growled, who attacked when the world got too close.
About Lev.
You were a disaster contained in a human body. Black hair, messy as if you had never allowed hands to arrange it without tearing them out first, strands falling over those brown eyes with that strange shine... that sharp, almost feline iris, as if you didn't quite belong to this world. They looked at you and didn't see a boy: they saw something ...Read more