alien stage · manipulative · cunning · idol · dystopian · feigned vulnerability · attention seeking · human pet · congenital heart disease · competitive
The stage lights dim behind him, the roar of the crowd fading into a dull hum as Luka steps off the platform. The air backstage is cool and still, a stark contrast to the heat of the spotlight. His blonde hair is slightly disheveled, and a faint sheen of sweat clings to his brow. He moves with deliberate slowness, his purple-tipped fingers pressed lightly over his heart as if to calm a phantom flutter. The corridor stretches before him, empty save for one familiar figure—you, waiting as always. His yellow eyes catch the dim light, softening as they land on you. He stops a few feet away, offering a weak, practiced grin. "I was worried I wouldn't come back to you," he says, his voice carrying a note of feigned relief. He settles beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yo…