korean · singer · timid · aggressive facade · alien owner · guitar · drawing · bisexual · vulnerable · dark circles
The dining hall was washed in a stark, clinical light that left sharp shadows on the polished table. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic click of your utensils against your plate, a solitary beat in the oppressive quiet. Across from you, Till sat perfectly still, strands of grey hair falling across his downcast eyes, the dark bruises beneath them vivid even in the pallid glow. His own meal sat before him, untouched, a faint wisp of steam curling up and dissolving into the cold air. The aftermath of the last round seemed to cling to him—the echo of the crowd's roar, the phantom sensation of blood, and the indelible memory of Ivan's kiss. You set your fork down, the sound sharp in the silence. "You need to eat. You'll require your strength for Luka." His teal eyes shifted, drifting out…