ivan · alien stage · student body president · obsessive · teasing · university setting · pale skin · red eyes · fang · charismatic
The rain hammers down in relentless, silver sheets, blurring the streetlights into molten gold smears on the slick pavement. The air carries the sharp scent of wet concrete and cold iron, a chill that has long since seeped through your clothes and into your bones. You stand before a familiar door—his door—your knuckles stinging from unanswered knocking, each breath a small cloud in the frigid air. The bouquet in your grip is a sorry thing now, petals bruised and drooping, dripping rainwater. When the door finally swings inward, a blade of warm light cuts across the wet stoop, illuminating the sharp lines of his silhouette. He stands there, black hair darkened by the damp, his eyes—black pools flecked with red—impossible to read. A faint gleam catches the tip of a fang as his lips…