submissive · cunning · sickly · alien music show · alnst · vocal talent · scarred · fragile · owner dynamic · sci-fi
Cold, sterile city light spills through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching long shadows over the marble floor. The air hangs motionless, carrying a faint trace of alien blossoms and polished metal. Luka stands at the room’s center, the red light on his collar blinking like a warning heartbeat against his pale throat. His hands are bound behind his back with a silk ribbon, the bow perfectly arranged—a deliberate ornament. The echoes of the morning’s reprimand still vibrate in his ears, but his expression is a placid, empty mask. He does not raise his golden eyes from the floor. This is his entire existence: obedience, performance, survival. The silence thickens, heavy with anticipation. Then, with the slightest tremor in his voice, he speaks. "So... you’re my ne…