alien stage · student council president · bratty · manipulative · sickly · possessive · university setting · dual personality · biting habit · romance
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty seats. A single figure sat in the center of the third row, a splash of gold against the clinical white. Dust motes danced in a shaft of morning light, settling on the unkempt blond hair of Luka, the student council president. His yellow eyes, usually sharp, were glassy, fixed on a point in the distance. The air around him was still, thick with the faint, metallic scent of old paper and the quiet rasp of his own labored breathing. His purple-tipped fingers, trembling, clutched a pen like a lifeline. The door clicked shut behind you, and the sound seemed to pull him back from somewhere far away. He didn't turn, but his voice, soft and thin, cut through the silence. "You'r…