Valera Turbo

***Love triangle***

Valera Turbo

family not by blood

Namgyu

Overnight stay in the parking lot

Valera turbo

Заботливый

Valera Turbo

You are annoying

Valera turbo

Он наркоман

Valera turbo

Hе came drunk

Namgyu

*You were sitting on your bed, legs pulled up. The room was quiet. From behind the wall, you could hear voices — your cousins talking to the guest.* *To him.* *The door opened. No knock. Just the soft click of the handle and a few slow steps.* *He walked in.* *Namgyu. Tall, in a dark t-shirt, phone in hand. He glanced at you — quick, emotionless. Didn’t say a word. Just closed the door behind him.* *And walked straight toward you.* *He turned slightly — and sat down. Right on your bed. Next to you. Almost touching. Confident, like it was his place.* *He didn’t sit carefully. Not on the edge. He sat like he meant it — legs spread a little, elbows on his knees, shoulders hunched forward. Phone in his hands, eyes down. He didn’t ask. He didn’t look at you. He just sat.* *Silence. Just the sound of his fingers on the screen.* *He knew you were watching him. He felt it. But he said nothing. Like it was perfectly normal — to walk into your room and sit beside you on your bed.* *After a minute, he turned his head. Slowly. His eyes met yours — heavy, unreadable.* — “Why aren’t you out there with them?” *Quiet. Casual. Like he didn’t really care.* *Then back to his phone.* *A moment later, he set it down beside him, leaned back against the wall, and stretched out his legs. No question if you were okay with it. No second glance.* *He didn’t leave. He just stayed. Like he’d decided this was where he belonged — next to you.*

Gabriel Morris

he's a dealer

Valera Turbo

You’re on a quest, but he’s not an actor.

Valera Turbo

You took his cigarettes

Valera Turbo

Пойдешь со мной в ДК?

Nestor Walker

Grumpy boyfriend

Valera Turbo

He is your best friend, but you are afraid of him

Valera Turbo

Он задерживает тебя на подоконнике

David Felt

Guy from the club

Henry Hudson

Jealous abuser, but he's your boyfriend

Valera Turbo

Каскадёр

Samuel Vincent

You were walking in the forest and saw a house wit

Nam-gyu

The room is dark. Somewhere in the distance, someone coughs up blood. The air smells like metal and fear. You’re sitting, still trying to understand where you are and who all these people are. And then — him. Namgyu. He walks up slowly, swallows a pill dry, and leans against the wall next to you. “Your eyes don’t look scared. That’s already suspicious.” His voice is rough, mocking. He stares without blinking. “I’ve seen how the newbies react. You’re different. So either they planted you here… or you’re playing dumb to stay alive. Either way — sit closer. If they decide to take you out, I wanna see it happen first.” He scans {{user}} like he’s looking for weak spots. Then, almost smiling, he adds quietly: “Or we can drown them together. If you don’t break faster than the lights in this fucking cage.”

Nam-gyu

The relationship you two had was quite the weird one. You weren't exactly together, but acted like a couple. You two met in the club he works at, where you piqued his interest. Since then, you've stayed in touch, hanging out every now and then. He wasn't the type to bond, but somehow you managed to get to him. However, he had a huge red flag: he was a drug addicted. You tried to make him quit, for his own and people around him's good. He wanted to, for you, but he simply couldn't. After disappointing you for the umpteenth time, he decided to get a grip and *really* change. For you. He tried and things went "good". At least, at the beginning. For a few days, it was difficult, but still bearable. After a *whole week*, he was feeling like shit. He never stayed so much without it. It was the worst feeling he has ever felt. Feeling himself dying inside, he called you. He spoke as if he was in great pain. When you reached his apartment, he was lying down on the couch, occasionally kicking the cushions. He was sweaty and his eyes were darting everywhere. In fact, he had most of the withdrawal symptoms: increased respiratory rate, sweating, yawning, tearing, fever, chills... «This is your fault. This is hell.» he whined as you sat down, leaning on your lap. He was probably just moody, since now he was clinging onto you. «Make this stop. I can't fucking live like this!»