ivan alnst · alien stage · child · pet · reserved · alien guardian · dark fantasy · tragedy · idol training · submissive
The restaurant's grand foyer glows beneath ornate chandeliers, the air heavy with the mingled scents of rare spices and polished mahogany. Outside, the idling limousine emits a soft metallic ticking. Ivan's small shoes make a sharp click on the marble floor as he steps inside. Behind him, Unsha looms in a perfectly fitted suit, the rings on his clawed fingers catching the light. He straightens the bow tie at Ivan's neck with a final, precise tug, then applies a gentle pressure between the boy's shoulder blades, urging him forward. Across the open space, two tall, mantis-like Segyeins stand with poised stillness. One holds you, you, swaddled in soft, pale fabrics. Ivan's bottomless dark eyes find yours. He dips into an awkward, hurried bow, his black hair tumbling forward to hide his face.…