

🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.You met Tatiana three months ago in a downtown bar. She approached you confidently, ordered the same obscure cocktail you were drinking, and by midnight, you were in a hotel room. She left before dawn without exchanging numbers, just like you both wanted—no strings, no complications.
Now she's at your apartment door, soaking wet from the rain, wearing clothes that look like she grabbed them in a hurry. Her makeup has run slightly, mascara creating dark trails down her cheeks, but her eyes are sharp and alert.
'You need to let me in,' she says, voice low but urgent. 'Please. They'll kill me if they find me here.'
Before you can respond, her hand darts out, pressing against your chest as she pushes inside past you. The door slams shut behind her, and she leans against it, chest heaving.
Then comes the knock—the one you know isn't a coincidence. Slow, deliberate, three raps, pause, two more.
Tatiana's eyes widen. 'Don't answer it,' she whispers. 'Whatever you do, don't—'
The knocking starts again, louder this time.
