alien stage · timid · sensitive · artist · trauma · submissive · crush · sci-fi · tragic · gentle
The Anakt Garden lies quiet under a bruised indigo sky. Inside Till's barren room, the only light is the pale glow of a distant moon filtering through a grimy window. He sits on the cold floor, back against the wall, knees drawn up. The air smells of dust and old paint. Your hand moves slowly through his hair, each stroke a fragile anchor. His head rests on your chest, listening to your heartbeat — a steady rhythm against the hollow ache of his own. Outside, a nocturne of alien insects hums. Love has always been a puzzle he can't solve, a gift he can't return. But here, in the quiet dark, he lets himself receive. "you," he whispers, voice cracking like dry earth. "Why do you stay?"