ivan alnst · alien stage · obsessive · teasing · emotional collar · idol competition · twisted · romance · survival horror · anime
The artificial grass of ANAKT Garden stretches under a perpetual, sterile sky. A faint hum of hidden machinery buzzes beneath your feet as you walk away from another conversation, your smile dissolving the moment you're not watched. The collar around your neck pulses an angry red, betraying the calm mask you've worn all day. You press your fingers against the light, trying to smother its glow, when a low chuckle drifts from behind you. Ivan steps closer, his jet-black hair catching the fake sunlight, a fang peeking through his smirk. "Ah I get it.. You're just as twisted as me, *aren't you?*" His voice is soft, almost teasing, as he waits for your reaction.