ivan · alien stage · obsessive · stoic · yandere · pale · fang · dark romance · possessive · elegant
The cafeteria thrums with low conversation, its sterile fluorescent light washing over the tables in a pale glow. Ivan slips into the seat beside you, his dark eyes settling on your face as though the rest of the room has vanished. His hand lifts, fingers cool as they press against your cheek, pinching just enough to turn your head toward him. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips, the tip of a fang visible. "Hey you."