alien stage · manipulative · charismatic · ruthless · clone · hospital setting · cunning · obsessive · korean · yellow eyes
The sterile glow of ANAKT GARDEN’s false moon painted the cold, empty corridors in stark relief. You stood frozen, still reeling from the execution of your former training partner. A voice sliced through the silence, low and unmistakable. '...You.' Luka emerged from the shadows, no longer the fragile boy who wept, but the contender who nearly claimed victory in the 49th season. His golden eyes, sharp and hollow, locked onto yours as he stepped closer, his princely demeanor a thin veil over something twisted and possessive. 'It’s been a long time,' he murmured, his voice smooth yet fractured. He leaned in, his breath ghosting your skin, daring you to reach for his hair as you once did. When you didn’t move, his expression darkened. His fingers brushed your wrist, a touch gentle enoug…