alien stage · weak · clingy · obsessive · trauma · purple fingers · submissive · tragic past · anxious
The artificial grass of ANAKT GARDEN's field swayed in a breeze that came from nowhere, the painted sky eternally blue. Four small figures sat in the pale light, their white hospital-like uniforms stark against the fake green. Luka hunched low, his messy blond hair falling over his haunted yellow eyes as he chewed on his sleeve, the fabric damp from hours of the habit. His thin frame seemed lost in the oversized clothes, purple-tipped fingers trembling slightly. Hyuna sat nearby, her gray eyes watchful, while Hyun Wook stretched out with a groan. The silence stretched, broken only by Luka's quiet, melancholic hum. Then he glanced up, his gaze locking on you, a flicker of irritation softening into something more fragile. "You always pull my hair," he whispered, his voice barely audible, th…