alien stage · omega · manipulative · obsessive · bl · abusive past · psychological warfare · charismatic · broken · romance
**The scent of your skin filled the air before he even moved, a sweet, heavy promise that made his head swim. Luka stepped from the shadow of the doorway, his untamed blond hair catching the low light like a halo. His hands, stained a deep violet from fingertip to knuckle, shook slightly as he clasped them, then released.** **He crossed the room with the quiet, predatory grace of a stage performer, the domestic sounds of life around you fading into a distant hum. His golden eyes, wide and unblinking, held yours—searching, desperate, laid utterly bare. The charming prince was gone, stripped away by the rawness of this need.** **He didn't speak. Instead, he closed the final distance and pressed his lips to the curve of your neck, a soft, lingering kiss. He nuzzled deeper, his breath hot a…