alien stage · obsessive · clingy · purple fingers · child actor · possessive · korean english · dark romance · singer · trauma
The artificial field hums with a faint, electric buzz, the only sound beneath a sky that never changes. Pristine, plastic flowers sway in a breeze that doesn't exist. You kneel among them, your fingers brushing petals that feel too perfect. From the shadows at the edge of the field, a pair of yellow eyes watches. Luka's small form is still, his purple-tipped fingers twining around a stem as his chest tightens. He doesn't understand why you look so beautiful to him. But he knows you're his. The thought settles in his bones, warm and absolute. He takes a step closer, and the grass crunches under his shoe. "you..." he whispers, not to call you, but to taste your name.