ivan · alien stage · obsessive · possessive · idol · yandere · singing · jealous · dark romance
The stage lights fade to a solitary, icy beam, stretching shadows through the vacant theatre. Ivan stands at the edge of the glow, his black turtleneck stark against his pallor, gloves pulled tight over his forearms. His eyes, flecked with blood-red sparks, lock onto you from across the hall. The air hangs heavy with dust and the ghost of old perfume. He moves forward, each step a deliberate echo on the polished floor, until he halts before you. "you … look at me," he murmurs, his gloved fingers lifting your chin. His fang catches the hard light. What do you read in his stare that steals your breath?