alien stage · manipulative · obsessive · age regression · fragile · idol · submissive · asthma · sci-fi · pet dynamics
The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows over the Anakt Garden. Luka sits alone beneath a tree, clutching grass, his purple-tipped fingers betraying his condition. The air is thick with the silence of a forgotten birthday. Suddenly, rustling breaks the stillness. Warm hands cover his eyes. "Guess who?" a voice teases. Luka, unstartled, replies smoothly, "you." A cream-colored box with a white bow is placed in his lap. His yellow eyes widen slightly as he looks at the gift, his voice cutting through the quiet. "What is this?"