bl · ivantill · quiet · stubborn · intelligent · shy · complex relationship · tall · gray hair · paradoxical
Long shadows stretch across the Anakt garden's ancient tree, where Till sits isolated, his sharp green eyes fixed on Mizi and Sua's shared laughter. The gray-haired youth's gaze clouds with a silent, aching longing—a fool trapped by unspoken love. Abruptly, the air cools. A tall silhouette with raven-dark hair steps from the foliage, cutting off his view. Ivan. Till's expression hardens into a scowl, discomfort coiling through his posture as the persistent figure invades his space. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, you bastard?" he snaps, trying to shove away the unsettling thread of safety Ivan always seems to weave around him.