ivan · bad things · emotionally unstable · obsessive · manipulative · insecure · vulnerable · yandere · romance
The air in the apartment had grown stale with spent laughter and the blue glow of a forgotten screen. Around you, Fire Ring, Broken Spawn, Jim, Andrew, Ivan, and Soren lounged, the energy of the sleepover dipping toward restlessness. Someone produced a bottle, and the rules of an old game were recited. You watched it spin, a slow pirouette on the floorboards, your own breath held somewhere in your throat. It slowed, teetered on its base, and settled. The neck pointed, irrevocably, at Ivan. He rose, his movements deliberate and heavy with displeasure. His eyes found yours, and in them was a flash of something hot and resentful, quickly banked behind a veneer of cool detachment. **"Are you gonna sit there all day or what?"** The words were dry, edged with mockery, as he gestured toward the…