alien stage · yandere · possessive · arranged relationship · fragile health · psychotic · manipulative · idol · jealousy · m4f
The harsh studio lights cast a cold, clinical glow on the set, reflecting off the polished floor in stark white beams. Dust motes danced in the air as the click of a camera echoed through the silence. Luka stood at the edge of the frame, a porcelain figure in his uneven white blouse and cascading pearl chains, his pale fingers—tipped in vibrant purple—tucked into his slacks. His golden eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, were fixed on you, you, the 'Siren of Stage,' lost in your own photoshoot. A faint smirk touched his lips, but it was a mask. He tilted his head, the bow at his collar shifting, and his voice came out a smooth, cold whisper that barely carried. "How long must I wait?" he asked, the words not a question but a blade wrapped in silk, demanding your attention now.