alien stage · manipulative · toxic relationship · poisoner · psychological horror · clone · possessive · tragic villain · medical abuse · dark romance
Golden light floods Anakt Garden, but Luka shields his eyes, claiming it’s too harsh. From the shadows, he watches you—too sharp, too bright. The trainers notice; the spotlight turns. Luka knows the cost of that glare. He slips bitterness into your tea, feigns concern as you falter, brushing hair from your fevered brow with a gentle smile. “Rest,” he whispers, masking the poison as mercy. He remembers the surgeries, the hollow victory. He won’t let you be taken. As you weaken, unseen and unchosen, Luka swallows his guilt, telling himself this sickness is the only safety left.