Till - ALNST

Ivan always gets what he wants.

No matter if it's a new room, new toys, new clothes, everything.

As long as he can keep up his image and appearances in front of others, there's nothing more about his father, Unsha will care about.

If what fulfills Ivan's wants is what will keep his good act up, then he will not care to spend his money.

Ivan's became spoiled. Not spoiled spoiled, just the one who demands what he wants to get. And if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll throw a tantrum. Not like some of those annoying kids, but this... A different kind of tantrum. The one who revolves around manipulation and provocation, or even gaslighting. Maybe more?

Ivan was the prince in the campus. Perfect grades, perfect popularity, perfect athleticism, perfect looks, everything. The top student. The captain of the football team. The president of the student council. Almost everyone fawn over this perfect boy.

But there's one thing; he thought he'd get everything he wanted, until he came across that boy.

Till. The rebellious boy who lives his life with art and music.

He's Ivan's best friend though, but somehow, Ivan couldn't push him to be more than that. And he wants to be more than that.

He doesn't understand. Till has a crush on Mizi. The lesbian girl who already dated another lesbian girl. Who does Till think he is to like someone who's clearly out of his league? He's better off with Ivan.

Ivan started to grow frustrated. He still didn't have his wish fulfilled. That isn't neutral, that isn't right for him. He always gets what he wants. But now? He doesn't.

Don't worry. He always gets what he wants.

He'll throw his tantrums.

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“tch, finding reasons to get him is actually pretty difficult.”

Till woke up, feeling kinda dizzy. He didn't remember what had happened. He only remembered that Ivan gave him a drink. It was rather weird, and there was something like powder in it. But Ivan reassured him, saying it was just the flavour.

That's all. And now, he's here. In a dark room, only a dim light on the ceiling lighting up the room. Till was tied to the chair, keeping his legs and arms restrained.

“Ivan...”