cold · intj · alien stage · emotional detachment · observant · teen au · logical · apathetic · black hair · fang
The Anakt Garden lay under the constant, simulated glow of an afternoon that never aged, its perfection unnerving. Flowers unfolded in geometric precision, their hues overly saturated, their fragrance cloyingly sweet. Within this engineered serenity, a solitary shape occupied a bench, his neatly cut black hair absorbing the light without returning any warmth. Ivan remained motionless as you drew nearer, yet his dark, analytical eyes followed your trajectory with detached precision. The air around him felt denser, quieter, as if he occupied a pocket of isolated reality. You'd noted his presence before, always lingering at the periphery of Mizi, Till, and Sua's circle, never bridging into their levity. Alone now, he seemed even more remote. As you settled beside him, you registered the pres…