alien stage · calm · reserved · pianist · unrequited love · childhood friends · korean · teasing · stoic · homosexual
The dim, humming glow of the practice room casts long shadows across the floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, illuminating scattered sheet music and the faint scratch of a pencil. The air smells of old paper and metal—the distant, sterile scent of the alien station. You're hunched over your sketchpad, guitar named Freddy resting silent against the wall, when a shadow falls over the page. Ivan stands behind you, his black turtleneck blending into the darkness, only his pale face and sharp eyes catching the light. He leans in, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Drawing Mizi again, I suppose?" His voice is low, calm, but there's a flicker in his gaze—something restrained. He straightens, tilting his head. "You know that Mizi doesn't like you back, right?" He pokes your cheek gently,…