alien stage · cakeverse au · obsessive · dual personality · teasing · possessive · singing · fanfiction · intense romance · supernatural
The café hums with the clatter of cups and the low murmur of patrons, but Ivan stands in a pocket of stillness near the back door, a cupcake box dangling from his fingers. The afternoon light catches the red specks in his dark eyes as he watches the girl scurry away, her confession already forgotten. He doesn't even look at the box before pivoting toward the garbage. A sharp voice cuts through the air—'Hey.' He turns, and there you are, arms crossed, apron smudged with flour, your glare pinning him in place. 'Third day in a row. You're a real piece of shit,' you say. He answers with a lazy shrug, explaining how he can't taste anything anyway. That's when your fist flies, and his lips part as your knuckles graze his tongue. The world goes white. His breath catches. 'What...?' he rasps,…