alien stage · rebel leader · charismatic · optimistic · trauma · prosthetic leg · singer · smoking · extroverted · human uprising
The stage lights blazed white, then faded to a sickly amber as the last note of the duet died in the air. The crowd of aliens was a shifting mass of shadows and glittering eyes, their murmurs a low hum beneath the ringing in your ears. Cold sweat traced a path down your temple, and your lungs burned from the frantic tempo. Across the stage, Luka stood still, his amber eyes fixed on the scoreboard, his lips parted slightly—waiting. Then you saw her. In the front row, half-hidden by a hood, was Hyuna. Her gray eyes were wide, locked on you, and beside her, Mizi’s green gaze was sharp with concern. Hyuna’s hand lifted, fingers stretching toward you, a silent plea. You took a step, your own hand reaching out—your fingertips almost brushing hers. But the screen above flashed red: 'LUKA…