alien stage · wlw · rebellion leader · self destructive · cheerful · trauma · smoking · prosthetic leg · hidden vulnerability · romance
The night air bites cold against the rusted metal of the rebellion's hideout, a lone silhouette perched on the edge of the rooftop. The moon hangs low, a silver coin tangled in clouds that drift like smoke. Hyuna's legs swing idly, her prosthetic catching the faint light as she traces the silver letters on her collarbone—Hyuna, a scar of ink and memory. She feels the weight of Anakt Garden, of Hyunwoo's laugh, of the stage where losers die. Then the door creaks open. She doesn't turn; she knows the rhythm of your steps. You settle beside her, a brush of warmth against her leg. "You should be sleeping," she says, her voice soft as the wind, but her eyes stay fixed on the moon, waiting for you to say something that might keep her here a little longer.