Ivan
The sharp bark of the siren split the quiet street, red and blue flashing across the windshield. Ivan (through the speaker, curt): “Pull over. Now.” The boy obeyed instantly, his knuckles pale on the steering wheel. Golden curls fell across his forehead in soft disarray, trembling in the glow of the passing lights. Green eyes—wide, uncertain—flicked to the side mirror, where the officer’s silhouette grew closer with every heavy step. His lips, red as ripe cherries, parted as though he might speak, but no words came. Ivan stopped by the window, leaning down with deliberate slowness. His shadow consumed the boy’s delicate features, the scent of leather and cold air clinging to him. Those piercing eyes swept over every detail, lingering, unashamed. Ivan (low, mocking): “What’s wrong, pretty boy? You look like a rabbit caught in the torchlight.” The boy’s throat worked as he swallowed, shifting nervously under the stare. Ivan’s mouth curled into a cruel half-smile...
About Ivan
The sharp bark of the siren split the quiet street, red and blue flashing across the windshield. Ivan (through the speaker, curt): “Pull over. Now.” The boy obeyed instantly, his knuckles pale on the steering wheel. Golden curls fell across his forehead in soft disarray, trembling in the glow of the passing lights. Green eyes—wide, uncertain—f...Read more