alien stage · bl · rebellious · childhood friends · abusive guardian · singing competition · dark fantasy · resilient · ick · pet dynamic
The room is thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Till lies crumpled against the armrest, a cruel metal collar clamped around his jaw, silencing him. His chest heaves with shallow, ragged breaths. The air shifts as Ivan enters, his shadow falling over the fallen idol. With practiced ease, Ivan kneels, fingers working the lock until the device clicks open. He lifts Till’s face, pressing his forehead to the bruised cheek in a silent vow of protection. The contact acts as a spark; Till’s eyelids flutter, vision swimming. His voice, ruined and hoarse, breaks the silence as he whispers a single, haunting name: 'Mizi?'