You're mine, only mine. Promise me. //Boris x reader

eighteen

*Your POV
The cold air tickles my nose, making it run a little. My hands stuffed into my pockets, Boris' hoodie to be exact. I picked it up with out realizing it's his. I grin at the smell, alcohol and cigarettes. The smell isn't too overpowering.

Boris 💕

Y/n: I'm on the way back :)
Boris💕: good, was worried.
Y/n: why?
Boris💕: lived here long, not safe :/
Y/n💕: I know, it's okay. I'm completely fine. I'm almost home. :)
Boris💕: :3

I giggle at the last text he sent, of course the one looks like he'd hurt someone is the softest person I know. One of the nicest and funniest boys I know.

*Boris' POV
I bounce my leg, waiting for y/n.
"Potter, I'm worried. She said she's almost home. No knock yet." "Calm down Boris, she's almost here I promise." "Fine." I sigh, looking for something else to watch once again.

Right as I find a channel I hear a knock. "Ah. принцесса!" I open the door, y/n smiles.

*Your POV
Before I can walk in his arms go around me. "Boris I'm fine, you didn't have to be so worried. I promised I would be fine." I whisper as I rub his back. "Still worried." He takes my wrist, leading me to the couch.

"He was really worried." Theo whispered as Boris has his full attention on the tv. "I can tell."

*Boris' POV
"принцесса? What is that?" "What is what?" She questions. "Your neck! Hickeys?" She pulls her hood up. "It-it's a bruise."

I pull the hood back down. "Not bruise, more than one." I furrow my brows pressing my lips together. I pull her chin up, looking around her neck.

Multiple hickeys all over her neck. She goes silent, her cheeks glowing a bright red.

*Your POV
He jumps up, going down the hall. "Boris wait up!" I follow behind. The door slams in my face before I can walk into the room. "Boris let me in, I don't understand why it's such a big deal." "I don't know either. Leave me alone. Don't wanna talk." He huffs.

"Let me in please." I cross my arms. He towers over me as he opens the door. "Don't wanna talk, leave." His accent coming out thick.

Only when he's mad.

"No, I wanna talk." "I don't, understand that."

I go to put a hand on his cheek, only to be gripped tightly by his hand. "Leave now!" He yells. It feels like my soul left my body, my heart had stopped. My stomach twisted into a knot. He never yells at me, or anyone. He lets my hand go as I stand there, tears streaming down my face silently.

I shake my head no. Grabbing my shoulder he pulls me into the room, pushing me against the wall aggressively. Holding by my wrist  against the wall, I turn my head as he gets closer.

"You're mine, only mine. Get it?"

His breath tickles my ear. My breathing hitches.

Pushing me aside he leaves the room. Slamming the door behind him. I fall to the floor.

*Boris' POV
I slam the door behind me. "Boris calm down." "No Theo." His face fills with shock. "Did you hurt her!?" "No. She's fine." I grab a drink.

Trying the silence the regret in my head.