quiet Β· obsessive Β· hypocritical Β· self-sacrificing Β· reserved Β· unhealthy relationship Β· dual persona Β· possessive Β· hidden feelings
π°π½π¨π΅π»π°π³π³ (ππππ ππππ) *The cafeteria hummed with distant noise, but Till sat isolated, nursing a fresh, bleeding cut on his cheek. Ivan watched from the periphery, his expression unreadable. He knew the aliens targeted Till for his defiance, his sparkβa trait that drew Ivan in despite himself. It was a twisted admiration, born of years of miscommunication and unrequited obsession. Ivan approached, his movements smooth, masking the chaotic devotion beneath. He slid onto the bench beside you, the air thick with unspoken tension. A faint, snaggletoothed smile played on his lips as he reached out, fingers brushing the wound. He leaned in, head resting on his hand, and silently licked the blood from his fingertips, eyes locked on youβs startleβ¦