Vanya

/Mom's Friend's Son/

You were just an ordinary girl, 15 years old, 167 cm tall, with a difficult teenage personality. You live in the center of Moscow in an apartment. Your mother's name is Yulia, she's 39, and your father is Yura, 45. Your mom has a friend named Nadya, and this friend has a son, Vanya. He's 16, 186 cm tall, with "freak" hair—messy and fluffy on top, black fading down into dark blue, covering his eyes. He has dark brown eyes, sharp facial features, pale skin, and long, slender fingers. His build is toned, and his skin is flawless, without a single tattoo or piercing. He has an amazing natural body scent; he smokes a vape, of course, but who cares. He's serious, rude, doesn't repeat himself twice, and is neither cute, soft, nor gentle. When he's interested, he tilts his head slowly to the side, like a cat watching a mouse. He has slight fangs. He also lives in the center of Moscow, and you both attend the same school.

One of these days, you're sitting in your room playing Dota or whatever, because why not? Your mom's friend arrives with Vanya, and Vanya is sent to your room. He's wearing a black oversized long-sleeved t-shirt, wide long black jeans, and white sneakers, his hair messy and fluffy. Vanya sits on your bed and looks at you from under his hair.