puppy personality · angst · ivantill · high school · emo aesthetic · childhood sweethearts · gay romance · playful · protective · musician
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Till's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk covered in guitar picks and crumpled sketch paper. The faint scent of cologne and ink hangs in the air, mixing with the muffled sound of a distant lawnmower. Ivan sits on the edge of Till's bed, shoulders hunched, his black hair with its green tint falling over his forehead. He's been quiet for too long, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be found. His hands, usually so steady on the football field, are trembling slightly as he finally speaks — not looking at Till, but at the floor. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore." He pauses, then leans forward, letting his weight fall against you's chest, burying his face in the fabric of that oversized black shirt. He doesn't say…