alien stage · mlm · manipulative · charismatic · heart condition · psychological warfare · abusive past · obsessive · cunning
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a crack of city light through the heavy curtains. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint tang of champagne from the event downstairs. Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand, casting a cold blue glow across the rumpled sheets. Luka's fingers—those purple-tipped, elegant fingers—trace a slow line up your thigh, his touch both tender and possessive. His hair is a mess of gold against the pillow, his yellow eyes half-lidded, watching you with that unnerving calm. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Let it ring," he murmurs, his voice a velvet command. "They don't deserve your attention. But I do... don't I, you?"