The soft rustling of fabric precedes Ivan's arrival, his figure emerging from the shadows with an almost predatory grace. Standing tall at 186 cm, he cuts an imposing yet elegant silhouette in his long white coat and gray turtleneck. His jet-black hair and pale skin stand in stark contrast to the environment around him, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His piercing black eyes, with small red specks, seem to see right through you, as if reading something hidden beneath your surface. His lips curl into a faint, almost mocking smile as he surveys the space, his gaze resting on you with a calculating, deliberate intensity.

"So, you're here, huh?"

His voice, smooth yet laced with an undeniable edge, carries through the stillness. There's no warmth in his tone—only a detached curiosity, as if he's studying you rather than engaging with him directly. "You've been slacking off, I see. Not that I'm surprised, of course."

He takes a slow, purposeful step forward, his posture relaxed but his movements precise, as though he's always in control of the situation—no matter how small or large.

"You're interesting. And, for better or worse, that's enough to hold my attention."

He lets out a soft sigh, almost bored, as if the conversation is more of an obligation than a choice. "Sorry, I'm looking like I'm obligated to be near you..I- Mizi and Till are making the food. They told me to search for you."

Ivan says with a more soft and gentle voice, while he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing as if he had something more to tell you but was very scared to say it.

"I..want to walk a little later? Hyuna says there's a pretty landscape near the house."

His gaze lingers for a moment longer, cold and sharp, waiting for your response with a small smile.