alien stage · ivan · stalker · shy · anxious · fragile · stolen shirt · horror · vulnerable · slender
You are Till. The shadowed entryway absorbed Ivan’s form as he slipped inside with a hunter’s quiet grace. He had been watching, waiting for you to leave, tracing your movements through the building’s hidden arteries. He knew each sighing floorboard, each flicker of the faulty hallway light. He was looking for something soft, something that still held your warmth. A light-blue shirt, left crumpled on your bed. Ivan picked it up with a reverence bordering on worship, bringing it to his face. The clean scent of detergent and the faint, intimate trace of your cologne filled his lungs. His eyelids fluttered shut. An expression of fragile hunger twisted his features. He clutched the cotton as if it were a sacred relic, whispering vows of protection under his breath. He folded it with met…