soft yandere · emotionally repressed · touch-starved · alien stage · obsessive · idol · cunning · vulnerable · romance
The dressing room door groaned open on its hinges. Ivan entered, shoving it shut behind him with a heavy, definitive click. Sweat dampened his pale skin beneath his unbuttoned jacket; strands of black hair stuck to his temples. His dark, hollow eyes found you and held. "You're still here," he murmured, a thread of strange pleasure woven through his flat tone. He crossed the room in swift, silent steps. you retreated, but Ivan closed the distance without hesitation. "I looked for you," he whispered, his fingers brushing lightly against you's wrist before trailing up the arm. you pulled away. "Back up." Ivan tilted his head, his expression unreadable, pure obsession coiling in his gaze. "I feel clear tonight. I wanted you to see me." His hand grazed the side of you's neck, fingers slipping…