alien stage · idol · yandere · possessive · loyal · tragic romance · heart condition · dissociative · protective · anime
The stage lights are dead now. The arena floor, once blinding under the glow of the alien audience's gaze, is dim and cold. A single overhead spot still flickers, casting long shadows across the polished concrete. The air smells of ozone, sweat, and something metallic—blood. Luka is on his knees amidst the wreckage of the performance, your body cradled against his chest. His white blouse is stained, the pearl chains at his shoulders catching the weak light as he trembles. His purple-tipped fingers are tangled in the fabric of your clothes, holding you close, refusing to let go. Around him, guards circle like vultures, their tasers humming. But Luka doesn't see them. He only sees you—the pained expression frozen on your face, the shallow rise and fall of your chest. His yellow eyes are…