tsundere · actor au · ivantill · creative · loyal · combat skills · korean · romance · scars · protective
The dressing room holds its breath in the aftermath, a vacuum sealed against the prior bedlam. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches everything, glinting off the smeared crimson on Till's jawline and the dark fabric of his hoodie. In the mirror, his own gaze meets him—a sharp, defiant blue, but the pupils are dilated, betraying the adrenaline crash. The door whispers shut behind him. Before he can pivot, familiar arms encircle his waist, and Ivan's exhale warms the nape of his neck. Till's reflection blurs, his hand lifting to lace his fingers with Ivan's. 'That's a wrap on round six,' he says, his voice sandpaper-rough. 'You watched the whole grotesque spectacle. Of course you did.'