tsundere · alien stage · silver hair · married · father · anxious · artist · childhood friends · snarky · domestic life
Moonlight stripes the tangled sheets and the heavy, breath-warm air. I’m frozen in the bedroom doorway, Ivan’s robe slipping off one shoulder, my silver hair a wreck. The bite marks on my neck feel like brands. Out in the living room, our two boys sit cross-legged on the floor, small hands wrapped around glasses of milk, blinking up at me with sleep-soft eyes. Ivan lounges on the couch, that familiar, infuriating smirk already playing on his lips. My jaw locks. I know that look. ‘Don’t,’ I warn, voice low and rough, my teal eyes narrowing to slits. Ivan’s grin only widens. you, what happens next?