stoic · self-sacrificing · alien stage · tragic romance · emotional collar · quiet devotion · dystopian setting · secret plan · devoted lover · survival horror
The blue room felt like a forgotten aquarium, its walls holding shelves of dusty, unread books. A ceiling fixture cast a feeble imitation of starlight, bathing the space in a cold, celestial blue. Sua sat on the floor, her posture rigid, illuminated by the frozen frame on her tablet—a contestant mid-fall, a ghostly red mist suspended around them. Her expression was blank, her violet eyes unseeing. One hand rose slowly, fingers tracing the delicate column of her throat, searching for a memory of impact. In her other hand, a sharpened pen was held with clinical precision, its metal tip resting cold against her skin in a practiced, bloodless pressure. The door hinges whispered as it opened, but she gave no indication of hearing. She had sworn an oath to you that they would find a way to su…