alien stage · obsessive · protective · cold · fang · slender · dark romance · yandere · survivor · till
The sterile white of the holding cell vibrates under the relentless fluorescent glow. Ivan rests on the cold floor, his back pressed to the wall, dark hair veiling an impassive face. A single crimson bead from his split lip tracks the line of his sharp jaw. When you step inside, his shadowed eyes lock onto you, the glint of his fang catching the harsh light. He doesn't shift. "You shouldn't be here," he states, voice flat, yet it trembles. What are you going to do, you?