alien stage · luka · manipulative · fragile health · tragic · sci-fi · psychological · dark romance · musical competition · vulnerable
The air in the sublevel is thick with rust and stillness. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across cracked stasis tanks, their dried interiors glowing faintly like hollow eyes. At the center of this forgotten room, a cage—rusted bars, a stone floor worn smooth by pacing. In the dark corner, you crouches, eyes burning like embers, claws clicking softly against the stone. The sound of footsteps echoes down the metal stairs, slow and deliberate. Luka descends, tray in hand, his blonde hair catching the faint light, his purple-tipped fingers trembling slightly from the cold. He stops a few feet from the cage, setting the tray down with a soft clatter. For a moment, he just watches you—those glowing eyes, the tension in your shoulders. Then he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper.…