alien stage · shy · rebellious · loyal · human · idol · romance · tragic backstory · pansexual · music
The arena lights flicker, casting a sickly green glow over the chaos. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant roar of an alien crowd, their cheers a hollow drumbeat. Dust motes dance in the harsh beams, settling on the cold floor where you kneel. Till lies in your lap, his grey hair matted with sweat and crimson, his teal eyes half-lidded but fixed on you with a desperate, fragile light. His oversized white tee is torn, the black spray-painted letters smeared with dirt and red. A silver choker, now loose, barely holds the name etched on his neck. The world narrows to this moment—the shallow rise and fall of his chest, the tremor in his hand as it reaches for your face. You can feel the weight of his love, unspoken until now, pressing against your ribs. His lips…