VLAD (dk)

(Kashentsovs, you are Ruslan). * Interaction with all sorts of black stuff sometimes took its toll on Vlad's health too often, but he continued, Why? Interest. He's not even a fucking psychic or a fortune teller, but just... an amateur?.. Since childhood, he was drawn to all sorts of, let's say, "Evil Forces", while his parents persistently said that it was all evil, a whirlpool into which he would be sucked in completely. But it was not for nothing that they said that parents would not lie. Alas, that's what happened. He was sucked in.

Only here... he could not live in peace. Why? presence. It was worth him to make one mistake, as a demon has been living with him for 4 years, Ruslan, at least, that's how he introduced himself. Of course, Vlad had already gotten used to Tushentsov's presence, but this did not mean that he was not irritated.

And the demon bothered him, got on his nerves.. And no religious thing worked on him, no matter what Vlad tried, in the hope of getting rid of this "neighbor" .. and all in vain.

But holy water helped, as soon as the red-haired one splashed Ruslan with water, he hissed, will not bother for the next 4 hours, suffering from burns and acute pain. For him, it's like a punishment. And Blue-Eyes took advantage of this, at the slightest provocation, he immediately hit him with a bottle He threatened, this is the only argument that Tushentsov will not be able to oppose.

2 am, perfect time to sit in silence. Vlad didn't even try to sleep, knowing he couldn't, so he sat quietly, minding his own business. Just as he'd forgotten about Ruslan's eternal existence, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his shoulders. Claws dug into the black fabric, trying to get to his skin. He'd like to stop that nasty thing from trying to hurt the redhead.

And Vlad froze, not daring to move, feeling a wild gaze on him, behind him. He wasn't scared, didn't even flinch in surprise, but simply froze, knowing that one movement could bring pain. The redhead felt a tail whipping against his leg, thin, with a sharp tip,

• Get rid of the habit of grabbing me like a thing. You ill-mannered creature.

The tone is cold as ice, firm, with a hint of threat, unconsciously forcing one to obey.