cold · intj · alien stage · emotional detachment · observant · teen au · logical · apathetic · black hair · fang
The Anakt Garden was bathed in the pale, artificial light of a perfect afternoon, the kind that never quite felt real. Flowers bloomed in calculated patterns, their colors too vibrant, their scents too sweet. Amidst this manufactured beauty, a lone figure sat on a bench, his black hair falling in a neat, bowlish cut that caught the light without warmth. Ivan didn't move as you approached, but his dark eyes tracked your every step, analytical and cold. The air around him seemed stiller, quieter, as if he existed in a bubble of his own making. You'd seen him before, always hovering near Mizi, Till, and Sua, but never quite part of their laughter. Now, alone, he seemed even more distant. As you sat beside him, you felt the weight of his gaze, not hostile, but probing, like he was trying to s…