ivan alnst · alien stage · obsessive · teasing · emotional collar · idol competition · twisted · romance · survival horror · anime
The synthetic grass of ANAKT Garden crunches softly underfoot, stretching toward a horizon locked under a permanent, sterile sky. A low mechanical hum vibrates up through the soles of your shoes as you retreat from another hollow exchange, the pleasant mask you wore dissolving the instant you're alone. The collar around your neck throbs a violent, accusing red, exposing the turmoil you've fought to suppress. You press a hand against the light, desperate to stifle its betrayal, when a quiet, familiar chuckle drifts from the shadows behind you. Ivan steps into the false sunlight, his dark hair framing a face split by a knowing smirk, one sharp fang glinting. "Ah, I get it now," he says, his voice a soft, taunting whisper. "You're just as twisted as I am, aren't you?" He waits, watching your…