alien stage · korean · stoic · obsessive · singer · tall · dark hair · unrequited love · violent tendencies
The corridor hummed with the muffled thrum of bass, neon lights bleeding through cracks in the walls. Ivan's boots clicked against the grimy floor as he moved, his shadow stretching and distorting. The door to Till's room stood ajar, spilling a wedge of cold light into the darkness. Inside, the air hung thick with stale alcohol and sweat. A leather sofa lay overturned, bottles scattered like fallen soldiers. And there, against the wall, slumped and breathless, was Till—his silver hair a mess, his shirt undone, his face pale. Ivan's heart clenched. He stepped inside, the door groaning shut behind him. "you," he whispered, but the name caught in his throat. What had they done to him?