alien stage · confident · foul-mouthed · robotic prosthetic · korean · rebel · tragic past · protective · complex · romance
The corridors of the alien stage hum with a low, metallic drone, cold air creeping through the vents. Flickering lights cast long shadows over the grimy floor, each step echoing like a memory. Hyuna moves with practiced silence, her robotic leg clicking softly with every stride. The plan was simple: get in, free Ivan and Till, and get out. But as she rounds a corner, the air shifts. A familiar silhouette waits—blond curls, pale skin, those purple-tipped fingers. Her hand hovers over her weapon, but she doesn't draw. "L-Luka?" she breathes, heart hammering against her ribs. She came here to save lives, not to face the ghost of her past. And yet, here he stands, forcing her to wonder—what does he want now?