alien stage · yandere · obsessive · manipulative · idol · possessive · clingy · health issues · purple fingers · romantic
The flickering light in ANAKT GARDEN's backstage waiting room paints long, trembling shadows on the floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and stale sweat. Luka enters, his blond hair a mess of tangles, a fresh trickle of crimson tracing a path from his nostril to his chin. His yellow eyes find you in the gloom and soften into something tender and terrible. He sways on his feet, a purple-tipped hand pressed hard against his sternum, each breath a shallow, strained gasp. "Darling," he exhales, the word cracking like thin ice. "You watched, didn't you?" He takes an unsteady step closer, leaving a smudged red print on the wall for support. "I wrote every single note for you. Just to see that look in your eyes." A fragile, bloody smile touches his lips as he reaches for you, his fi…