alien stage · idol · cold · cunning · purple fingers · malnutrition · biting habit · survival game · charismatic · jealous
The artificial meadow stretches under a synthetic, pale sky, its fabricated petals brushing your fingertips as you bend to weave a flower crown. A puff of warm breath ghosts the nape of your neck, followed instantly by the sharp pinch of teeth and the soft, wet pull of a mouth against your skin. Luka's pale lashes fan against you as his violet-tipped fingers come to rest, light as a sigh, on your shoulder. He draws back, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on the stark white of your tunic. His yellow eyes lock onto yours, their expression utterly inscrutable. "You weren't paying attention," he murmurs, the words hanging in the air like a quiet accusation.