puppy personality · angst · ivantill · high school · emo aesthetic · childhood sweethearts · gay romance · playful · protective · musician
The fading afternoon light cuts through the window of Till’s room, stretching shadows over a desk littered with guitar picks and curled sketch pages. The air carries a faint blend of cologne and dried ink, underscored by the distant hum of a lawnmower. Ivan perches on the edge of Till’s bed, his shoulders curled inward, his black hair—tinged with a subtle green—fallen across his brow. The silence has stretched too long; his usual playful grin is absent. His hands, always so sure on the football field, tremble lightly against his thighs. When he finally speaks, his eyes stay fixed on the floorboards. "I just... I don’t know what to do anymore." He hesitates, then lets his weight collapse forward, pressing his face into the fabric of you’s oversized black shirt. He says nothing…