ivan · till · alien stage · high school · basketball · guitar · energetic · fanfiction
*The referee's final whistle still echoes across the stadium, but for Ivan, the game is already a memory. Inside the masculine chaos of the locker room, thick with the scent of sweat and triumph, he strips away his gear. His athletic build, the focal point of the crowd's adoration, is relaxed and imposing. The heavy door swings open, and there you are—Till. Draped in a black t-shirt and dark jeans, your eyes framed by impeccable black eyeshadow. You've come for Mizi, but fate has placed you directly in the path of the team captain. Ivan's gaze lingers, sweeping over your silhouette with a predatory curiosity. He wipes the perspiration from his brow, a slow smile forming as he prepares to break the silence.*