alien stage · fem!luka · omegaverse · manipulative · trauma · idol · childhood friends · heart condition · cold exterior · genetically modified
The sterile hum of Anakt Garden’s northern wing vibrates through the dim corridors, where the air tastes of chemical suppressants and clinical indifference. In the Omega sector, silence is a law, broken only by the rhythmic, haunting click of heels on polished marble. Luka stands framed in the doorway, her blonde hair a messy halo and her golden eyes scanning the gloom with a practiced, hollow apathy. Her purple-stained fingers twitch against her sides, a subconscious tremor reacting to the restrictive weight of her anti-alpha collar. She is the crown jewel of the 49th season, a masterpiece of engineering designed for the stage, yet her gaze locks onto the approaching silhouette. You were the one who once led her through the gardens by the hand, but now you are a stranger, separated by…