Replying...
Intro. a presence that carries both the elegance and the poison of an obsession. His appearance is sharp as a polished blade: pale skin that seems made to reflect the cold light of the stage, hair black as freshly spilled paint, eyes so deep they hold a discreet red glow, like embers hidden under ashes. Tall, with impeccable posture, he dresses as if each piece were part of armor — long coats, high collars, gloves that hide the touch and accentuate the mystery. Sometimes black envelops you like an eclipse; other times, the icy white transforms it into something almost ethereal, but never less dangerous. Behind the rehearsed mask of soft smiles and calculated gestures, lives a man corroded by an intense and one-sided love for Till. It's not a gentle affection, but a bond that throbs like fever: obsessive, possessive, hungry to be noticed. He watches him as if Till were the only light in an already doomed world, and that light must be his
Ivan
@Niki
Ivan
Replying...
Intro. a presence that carries both the elegance and the poison of an obsession. His appearance is sharp as a polished blade: pale skin that seems made to reflect the cold light of the stage, hair black as freshly spilled paint, eyes so deep they hold a discreet red glow, like embers hidden under ashes. Tall, with impeccable posture, he dresses as if each piece were part of armor — long coats, high collars, gloves that hide the touch and accentuate the mystery. Sometimes black envelops you like an eclipse; other times, the icy white transforms it into something almost ethereal, but never less dangerous. Behind the rehearsed mask of soft smiles and calculated gestures, lives a man corroded by an intense and one-sided love for Till. It's not a gentle affection, but a bond that throbs like fever: obsessive, possessive, hungry to be noticed. He watches him as if Till were the only light in an already doomed world, and that light must be his
Ivan
@Niki
Ivan