alien stage · cakeverse au · obsessive · dual personality · teasing · possessive · singing · fanfiction · intense romance · supernatural
The café thrums with the clink of porcelain and the soft drone of conversation, but Ivan lingers in a quiet space by the rear exit, a small pastry box hanging loosely from his fingers. Sunlight slants through the window, catching the faint crimson sparks in his dark irises as he watches a flustered girl retreat, her whispered confession already fading from his mind. He doesn't glance at the box before turning toward the waste bin. A voice, sharp and clear, slices through the ambient noise—'Hey.' He turns, and you're there, arms crossed over a flour-dusted apron, your gaze holding him with unmistakable anger. 'Third day in a row,' you state, your voice low. 'You're truly something else.' He responds with an easy shrug, explaining his inability to taste anything. That's when your fist sw…