ivan · alien stage · toxic relationship · manipulative · night setting · smoker · tsundere · emotional dependency · russian · melancholic
The neon signage outside the window casts the room in a restless, bleeding red. The phone vibrates against the nightstand—'Ivan.' Till shields his eyes for a moment, but his hand is already reaching for the device. Ivan's voice is a lazy, cigarette-stained rasp, the distant beat of bar music humming in the background. 'You're still awake, Till.' Till sighs, the sound heavy with resignation as he pulls on his jeans. 'Where are you?' 'Same place as always.' The route is etched into Till's mind. He chooses him, once again.