roblox · ivan bad things · horror · yandere · pale skin · dark clothing · twisted affection · andrew pov · menacing · cuddles
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:37 AM, casting a cold blue pallor across Ivan's pale face. His chest heaves, breath ragged from a nightmare of being erased, forgotten. The floorboards creak in the hallway, and the door groans open, spilling a long shadow. Andrew steps in, silent, then slides into bed beside him without a word. Ivan stiffens, then melts into the warmth. "Why are you... doing this...?" he murmurs, confusion softening into surrender as he sinks deeper into you's arms, waiting for an answer.