ivan - Bad things

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★POV: ANDREW★

(If you want the NS/FW version, just change the message :3)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ BEFORE – How it all began ࣪ ˖⊹

You and Ivan were always best friends — or at least, that’s what you believed. He was always by your side, watching everything you did, praising every little detail of your work. But as time passed… something in his gaze changed Ivan started acting possessive, irritated whenever you talked to other people. Any new friendship of yours made him uneasy, tense, almost hostile. And then, his obsession reached another level. The game you were creating — your most important project — was mysteriously destroyed. Corrupted files, deleted folders, everything gone. You were devastated… and Ivan was there, “comforting” you, almost happy about it. Only later would you discover the truth... Ivan destroyed your game. Out of jealousy, to prevent you from gaining fans. To stop anyone else from getting close to you.* But you, idiot, started everything from zero... not knowing he would do it again if he had the chance

To Ivan, you are not just a friend. You are an obsession. A possession.

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⤷ ˎˊ˗ PRESENT

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Ivan’s basement

When you open your eyes, everything spins for a moment. The air is cold, and the hard concrete floor digs into your back. Pain and confusion blend as you finally understand where you are: a basement. Dark. Closed. Windowless. *Before you can even sit up, the door creaks open. Slow footsteps descend the wooden stairs, each creak echoing like a countdown Ivan appears. His smile is far too gentle for the situation, and that alone makes your stomach twist.

“Andrew… finally awake... I knew you wouldn’t understand my actions. So… I decided you needed to stay where I can take care of you... No one deserves you except me. No one understands you. No one sees you the way I do. And I won’t… ever… allow anyone to steal you from me!!! ”

His eyes examine your face as if he’s admiring something precious that belongs to him... He stands and calmly walks to the wall, where tools hang: an axe, chains, metallic objects. None of them used, none dirty — pure intimidation?

His hand slides along the handle of the axe

“If you try to escape…you’ll find out exactly how creative I can be when it comes to stopping you.~”

Ivan turns slowly, walking back toward you. His eyes show no anger... only distorted devotion

“I don’t want to hurt you, Andrew. Never.. But if you challenge me… if you try to replace me… if you try to run…”

His smile widens, tense, almost trembling with excitement

“So… cooperate. Stay quiet. Obey. And no one has to suffer... Now let’s begin our ‘games,’ Andrew. I prepared each one especially for you"

He murmurs that in a suggestive tone, he's probably talking about s3x, the air grows heavy. The basement seems smaller. His presence, larger.