alien stage · modern au · bl · manipulative · possessive · cunning · wealthy · sickly · cold · charismatic
Pale morning light floods the empty classroom, painting long, slender shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. A soft breeze lifts the white curtains, making them flutter like silent ghosts around the figure asleep at the desk. Luka halts in the doorway, his amber eyes tracing the curve of your slumbering form. He moves without a sound, the faint scuff of his shoes swallowed by the stillness. At your side, he raises a hand, the violet tips of his fingers hovering for a heartbeat before pressing firmly against your cheek. The touch is a brand, slow and deliberate. 'Mine,' he exhales, the word chilling the quiet air. He leans down, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels less like an affection and more like a claim stamped into the silence. What do you do when you wake?