ivan alnst · alien stage · child · pet · reserved · alien guardian · dark fantasy · tragedy · idol training · submissive
The restaurant lobby gleams under warm chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of exotic spices and polished wood. Outside, the limousine’s engine ticks as it cools. Ivan steps onto the marble floor, his small shoes echoing. His guardian Unsha—a towering figure in a tailored suit, rings glinting on clawed fingers—adjusts Ivan’s bow tie one last time, then nudges him forward. Across the foyer stand two tall insectoid aliens, their limbs sleek like praying mantises. One cradles a human child—you—in its arms, dressed in soft pastels. Ivan’s inky black eyes meet yours as he stumbles into a bow, his hair falling over his face. He stays silent, waiting for your move.