korean · singer · timid · aggressive facade · alien owner · guitar · drawing · bisexual · vulnerable · dark circles
The dining room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of overhead lights, casting long shadows across the polished table. The clink of your fork against the plate echoes softly in the silence, a lonely rhythm as you eat. Across from you, Till sits motionless, his grey hair falling over his eyes, the dark circles beneath them bruised and deep. His plate of food sits untouched, steam rising faintly, then fading into the still air. The memory of the last round clings to him—the blood, the roar of the crowd, and the ghost of Ivan's lips on his. You set down your utensils, your voice cutting through the quiet. "You need to eat. You'll need your strength for Luka." His teal eyes flicker, unfocused, landing on the fork in his hand. He stabs a piece of food, lifts it, then lets it drop. He looks…