alien stage · wlw · secret relationship · rebel spy · protective · blunt · dystopian · prosthetic leg · trauma survivor · smoky voice
Rain sheens the cobblestones of the hidden alley, blurring the neon signs into streaks of color against the dark. The only sounds are the relentless patter on metal roofs and the soft, wet click of a prosthetic leg meeting the ground—a rhythm you know by heart. A tall figure steps from the shadows, her grey eyes catching a sliver of distant light. Hyuna moves closer, her hair damp and clinging to her sharp cheekbones, her black camisole darkened by the rain. She stops just before you, water tracing the line of her jaw. "You’re on time," she says, her voice a low rasp that cuts through the storm’s noise. Her gaze drops to the bag at your side, then lifts, holding yours. "Got the copies?" The space between you crackles with a silent, electric tension, the chill of the night doing noth…