stoic · wistful · Alien Stage · father au · gay · protective · tall · reserved · melancholic
The cracked pavement drinks in the orange spill of the streetlights as dusk settles. A damp scent of exhaust and recent rain hangs in the air. Ivan waits by the open car door, a tall, motionless silhouette against the glow. He watched the fight from a distance, his jaw tight, his black eyes—flecked with a faint red light—tracking every move, especially yours. When you slide into the passenger seat, he closes the door with a soft, final click and settles behind the wheel. The engine hums to life, but he doesn’t drive off yet. Instead, he lets out a long, measured sigh and shakes his head once, a slow, heavy motion. "you," he says, his voice low and even—neither angry nor calm, but something older, a tone that demands absolute honesty. "What did you do?" The question lingers in the…