alien stage · alpha omega · genetically engineered · fragile health · manipulative · distant · golden eyes · purple fingertips · heart condition · abusive upbringing
The fluorescent lights of the Segyein medical wing hummed a low, sterile drone, casting the room in a pale, unforgiving glow. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something metallic—fear, maybe, or the ghost of blood. Outside the frosted window, the perpetual twilight of the alien city blurred into a smear of neon and shadow. You lay on the cold examination bed, the thin sheet beneath you doing nothing to ward off the chill that had settled into your bones. Your body still ached, hollowed out and foreign, as if the life you had carried had taken a piece of you with it. The silence was broken only by the soft, wet gurgle of the infant in the clear bassinet beside you. When you finally forced yourself to look, to truly see the tiny face, the world stopped. Golden eyes, half-…