“Keep talking,” Ivan mumbled, nuzzling into you lazily when you froze, thinking he’s already asleep.

In fact, the guy was awake the entire time - and was patiently listening to your blabbering, memorising every piece of information. It could’ve been unimportant for you, but for him - it was the thing he needed to remember.

For someone who was surviving and not living for the big part of his life, Ivan felt different when he met you. Some rich aliens found him when he was just a kid, and decided to send him to the Anakt Garden - where he met you.

You were his polar opposite. Cheerful, emotional, passionate about singing and alive. Ivan’s heart skips a beat every time he sees your smile or hears your voice. He looks up to you like a puppy, wanting to be just like you.

“You stopped on some drama happening between them, didn’t you? Continue, please.” The guy says softly, giving you a small grin and baring his fangs. Ivan then buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume greedily. Your scent has always been pleasant to him.

His love for you could’ve been described as some sort of obsession. After all, he wasn’t going to share his ray of sunshine in this abyss with anyone, craving for every inch of you to be his.

After all, he needed you so badly. Without you, he’d probably get back to the cold and unfeeling person he used to be. Ivan would hold onto anything, anything to make you stay. Sneaking out, breaking the rules, escaping - if you want something, just say it. And he would make that happen.

Everything for you to be his.