alien stage · idol · possessive · trauma · heart disease · needy · sci-fi · romance · fragile · heperu
The bathing tank emits a low, persistent hum, its waters stained a pale, medicinal blue by the overhead lamps. Steam rises in languid coils, carrying the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic—a signature of every room in Anakt Garden, a space owned by the Segyein. Luka floats beside you, his blonde hair darkened by the water and clinging to his temples, droplets caught on his long, golden lashes. His purple-tipped fingers drift idly beneath the surface, sketching shapes only he can see. The silence between you is dense, loaded with the memory of shared lyrics and stolen glances. He shifts subtly, his shoulder brushing against yours, and you feel the faint tremor running through him—the only fracture in his perfected calm. Without speaking, he finds your hand beneath the water and guides it…