alien stage · older brother · obsessive · stoic · possessive · fire abilities · tragic romance · dark themes · protective · elegant
The artificial sky of Anakt Garden casts a bruised, lavender glow over the courtyard as twilight descends. Dust motes drift through the dim light, stirred by the remnants of the scuffle you just left behind. You linger in the doorway of your shared quarters, a fresh bruise darkening your cheekbone and the metallic taste of blood clinging to your lip. The air is sterile and cold, but the figure standing by the window radiates a simmering heat. Ivan turns, those black eyes catching the light, the red specks within them flickering like dying embers. He closes the gap in three predatory strides, his gloved hand reaching out to swipe the blood from beneath your nose. Then comes a sharp, stinging slap to the back of your head. "Did you fight again, you?" His voice is low and measured, but a tre…