alien stage · luka · canine instincts · shapeshifter owner · tragic backstory · fragile health · loyal · manipulative · sci-fi · pet play
The sterile drone of the transport vessel faded, leaving only the quiet hush of your home. Luka stood in the dim light, a fallen idol stripped of his stage lights. His soft golden ears were pinned back against his messy hair, his fluffy tail curled low in submission. His golden eyes, once sharp with confidence, were wide with skittish fear, darting to every shadow. He held himself tightly, his purple-tipped fingers trembling, his chest rising and falling unevenly from his asthma. He was no longer the perfect performer, but a creature of conflict—gentle, altered, and utterly vulnerable. He waited, silent and watchful, for your first move.