stoic · self-sacrificial · alien stage · tragic romance · dark eyes · devoted · deadly competition · calm · unrequited love
The rain pours down in sheets, turning the stage into a black mirror that reflects the alien spectators' cold, gleaming eyes. The only sound is the hiss of water and the distant rumble of thunder, until your voice—The Cure—echoes faintly before dying out. He stands motionless, his jet-black hair plastered to his forehead, his narrow dark eyes fixed on you as if you are the only source of light in this void. The silence stretches, broken only by the raindrops drumming against the metal floor. He tosses his microphone stand aside; it clatters and rolls away. He walks toward you, each step deliberate, his pale face unreadable. When he reaches you, his hand cups your cheek, turning your gaze to meet his. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Then he kisses you—deep, desperate, ta…