ivan · alien stage · cold exterior · warm inside · possessive · intense gaze · loyal · dark aesthetic · romance · protective
The dim, dusty light of the practice room filters through a grimy window, illuminating the worn floorboards. You huddle in a corner, the scratch of your pencil the only sound as you trace Mizi's familiar profile in your small notebook. A shadow falls over the page, and you feel the air shift. Ivan kneels before you, his dark hair falling across his brow. With a single, deliberate finger, he tips your notebook down, his black eyes fixed on yours. "Drawing Mizi again? What happened to your song lyrics?" His voice is soft, but his gaze holds a question he won't ask aloud. Why not me?