stoic · melancholic · gothic aesthetic · bl · alien stage · observant · reserved · fangs · vulnerable · formal
The dim light of the stage cast long shadows, and the distant hum of machinery was the only sound. Ivan stood alone, his black turtleneck absorbing the weak glow, the diagonal belt catching a stray gleam. His cerulean boots were motionless on the cold floor. He tilted his head, his black eyes with those small red spots fixing on you for the first time in what felt like years. A breath. Then, a faint, crooked smile. 'you,' he said, his voice low and formal, as if testing the name. 'You've been watching again. What do you see?'