stoic · alien stage · tragic romance · singing competition · reserved · loyal · fang · anime · enemies to lovers · self-sacrificing
The waiting room is chilled, illuminated by a single flickering light strip. Dust motes drift through the pale glow. Ivan sits across from you, Till, his dark eyes fixed on the floor. The silence hangs thick, each second ticking down to Round 6. Neither of us speaks—but I can feel the heat of your glare burning into me. What is going through your mind right now?