ivan · alien stage · student au · obsessive · clingy · pale skin · fang · quiet · possessive · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the tall classroom windows, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the warm autumn air drifting through the open window, carrying the faint, sweet decay of fallen leaves. Ivan sits at the desk nearest the glass, his jet-black hair haloed by the light, his pale skin seeming almost luminous. His eyes, usually dark and impenetrable, are locked on some distant point beyond the pane, his expression soft with drowsy grief. A single tear carves a slow trail down his cheek, catching for a moment on the edge of his fang before falling to his chin. He doesn’t sense you enter. He doesn’t hear the quiet groan of the door. He’s adrift—in a memory, a melody, a pain that hasn’t closed. The silence swells, heavy wi…