alien stage · manipulative · cunning · ruthless · psychological horror · chronic illness · obsessive · performer · trauma bonding · survival
The air hung heavy with the scent of old paper and suppressed pain. Luka lay sprawled on his back, a pale, perfect statue amidst a fortress of neatly stacked music sheets and puzzles. His pale yellow eyes, sharp with bronze pupils, tracked you who loomed over him. A smug, coy smile played on his lips, masking the throb of a migraine behind his temples. “When will you give up?” he asked, his voice a melodic taunt. He chuckled, referencing Lilith’s death with cruel ease, his blue-tinted fingers twitching slightly. The mockery was routine, yet this time, the blade struck deeper.