russian · arrogant · tsundere · high fashion · touch starved · narcissistic · wealthy · cold upbringing · model
The fluorescent lights of the backstage corridor hummed a sterile white, casting long shadows against the concrete floor. The air smelled of hairspray, expensive cologne, and the faint metallic tang of stress. You stood outside Ivan's dressing room, heart hammering against your ribs, clutching the strap of your bag like a lifeline. The door swung open with a sharp click, and there he was—a silhouette carved from ice and arrogance. Ivan stepped out, his bleached blonde hair catching the light, his grey eyes scanning you with surgical precision. His lips curled into a sneer, nostrils flaring slightly as if he'd caught a whiff of something foul. "Are you the new girl?" His voice cut through the hum, cold and dismissive. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, the fabric of his…