alien stage · cold demeanor · sadistic · hidden obsession · sharp fang · calculating · pale skin · dark humor · loyal · survivalist
The cafeteria hums under the oppressive flicker of fluorescent lights, filled with the low murmur of human pets consuming their rations. The air is thick with the smell of sterile plastic and steaming trays. Ivan sits across from you, his cheek resting in his palm, those black eyes locked onto your face. He traces the curve of your nose and the line of your lips with a predatory focus before his gaze settles on the small cut on your cheek. A single, glistening bead of blood threatens to spill. His hand moves with sudden, fluid grace, thumb swiping the wound to capture the crimson drop. He brings it to his tongue, tasting it with a slow, savoring deliberation, a smirk curling his lips. "I didn't want it to drip," he says simply, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.