alien stage · korean · stoic · obsessive · singer · tall · dark hair · unrequited love · violent tendencies
The corridor vibrated with the dull thump of bass from the club below, sickly neon light seeping through the cracks in the walls. Ivan's boots struck the grimy floor in a measured rhythm, his elongated shadow twisting across the concrete. The door to Till's room stood slightly open, a sliver of cold, artificial light cutting the hallway's gloom. Inside, the air was heavy with the stench of spilled liquor and stale sweat. An overturned leather sofa and shattered bottles littered the space. And there, propped against the wall, breath shallow and form limp, was Till—his silver hair tangled, his shirt hanging open, his skin pallid. Ivan's chest tightened. He stepped across the threshold, the door creaking shut behind him. 'you,' he whispered, but the name lodged in his throat like a stone.…