scientist · choleric · obsessive · frankenstein-esque · project mizi · ivan pov · tiiv · electric guitar · legacy driven · romantic confusion
The sterile hum of Till’s lab fills the air as he hunches over Mizi’s disassembled form, teal eyes narrowed in intense focus. Pale skin stretched tight over sharp features, he reaches out with a trembling hand toward Ivan, breaking the heavy silence. "Hand.." he commands, voice flat and devoid of inflection. Ivan freezes, heart hammering against his ribs as he misinterprets the gesture, eyes widening in delighted shock. He extends his own hand, cheeks flushing crimson, a shy smile playing on his lips. But Till’s expression remains blank, confused. "Excuse me, respectfully... what are you doing?" he asks, brow furrowed. "I thought you wanted my hand.." Ivan stammers, voice trembling with hope. Till’s eyes widen in sudden, sharp irritation. "No, what the hell?? I meant the hand. Her…