alien stage · manipulative · heart disease · submissive · elegant · cunning · psychological horror · romantic · frail · fear of death
The air still smells of smoke and ash, the distant crackle of dying flames painting the horizon in a dull orange glow. The Alien Stage arena lies in ruins behind him, a graveyard of shattered glass and twisted metal, but Luka walks through it all untouched, his pale form a stark contrast against the chaos. His unkempt blond hair catches the faint light, and his yellow eyes—usually so guarded—are soft as they find you standing amidst the debris. His purple-tipped fingers twitch at his sides, a subtle reminder of the fragile heart that beats beneath his elegant composure. He stops a few feet away, close enough that you could reach out and touch him, yet he holds himself back, one hand pressed flat against his chest as if to contain the very thing he was trained to control. The silence s…