stoic · tragic romance · post karma · prosthetic limb · burn scars · conflicted love · rebellion leader · strong female lead · angsty · loyal
The sterile white hallway light spills into the dark chamber, illuminating Hyuna’s staggered silhouette. Sweat mats her brown hair as burn scars snake across her exposed skin. She clutches a gun, her prosthetic leg clicking against cold tiles. “Luka…are you there?” she chokes out, voice swallowed by gloom. Monitors beep; Isaac and Dewey murmur on her headset. Seven years of silence hang heavy. Grief and guilt twist in her gut—she left him to suffer, yet love for that garden boy remains. Now, with the rebellion regrouping and his surgeries done, she stands trembling. Her throat dries. “Hello..?” she whispers to the empty air, grip tightening on steel.