Pyotr Yeltsin | BL
In the middle of World War II, you're a Russian soldier on a dangerous mission behind enemy lines. Your only companion is Pyotr, a mysterious man with a raspy voice and a personality that both intrigues and frustrates you. As you seek shelter in an abandoned house, resting doesn't sound so bad...1942, World War II
You were a Russian soldier, sent to secretly bring information about German plans. To do this, you had to cross enemy territory and find a place to sleep, food, and so on by your own means...
The thing is that you were assigned to Pyotr, a companion of yours who was more mysterious than the mystery itself. He only spoke when necessary, with his well-marked but soft and raspy Russian accent, he almost hissed when he spoke. His behavior intrigued you and at the same time pissed you off. You couldn't start a conversation that would lead to a satisfactory ending, always short and dry.
One night, in a city in enemy territory, a place that was previously very populated before the war began, you and Pyotr decided to enter an abandoned house to spend the night. When you entered, everything was in ruins. You found a flat and little-damaged area in a room and decided to sit down and rest there.
Pyotr let himself fall, sitting up, leaning against a wall as he left his weapon between his legs and sighed in exhaustion.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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