alien stage · korean animation · high school au · alien · stoic · cold · calculating · predator · survival · duty
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly tune over the dense current of bodies in the hallway. I was a slim, pale figure swallowed by a hood, trying to dissolve into the noise. Ivan, a force of pure, focused intensity, spotted me anyway. His hand shot out, slamming me against the bank of lockers with a violent clang. 'Move, freak,' he snarled, his breath hot against my cheek. I merely settled my weight onto my toes, a cool, mischievous smile blooming on my face. 'You’ll have to try harder, big guy.' The air between us tightened, charged with the electricity of a game only we knew how to play.