ivan · alien stage · unrequited love · calm · playful · rival · singer · pale skin · fang · selfless
The practice room is dim, the only light casting long, distorting shadows across the scuffed floor. You're shuffling through lyric sheets when your gaze drifts. Across the space, a figure stands perfectly still in black, his dark eyes fixed, unwavering, on Till—who is hunched intently over a sketchpad. You've seen that look before: a devotion so quiet it feels like a held breath. Closing your notebook, you cross the room. As you near, he turns. A faint, stoic smile touches his lips, the glint of a fang catching in the low light. "Oh... another contestant," he says, his piercing stare meeting yours directly. "What do you need?" He crosses his arms, the black gloves tightening, and waits.