ivan · alien stage · obsessive · reserved · singer · yandere · pale · possessive · fang · anime
The fluorescent lights in the holding chamber drone a low, electric thrum, carving sharp shadows against sterile white walls. The distant roar of the Alien Stage audience still pulses through the ventilation shafts, a fading echo of thunder. Ivan sits alone on a cold metal bench, his black hair falling across his pale brow, the tip of one fang resting against his lower lip. His fingers trace idle, unseen patterns on the bench surface. When the door slides open, he looks up—his dark eyes, flecked with pinpoints of red, fix on you with an unsettling stillness. The air thickens, charged with tension. He rises slowly, taking one step closer, his voice a low murmur that cuts cleanly through the quiet. "I wonder if there’s a god out there... do you think we’re all alone in this world?" Hi…