obsessive · possessive · manipulative · alien stage · deadly competition · singing · yandere · toxic romance · survival horror
The moon hung low over Anakt Garden, casting silver threads through the wild grass. A cool breeze carried the scent of night-blooming flowers as you stood alone, eyes fixed on the star-scattered sky. Behind them, a shadow shifted—soft footsteps on damp earth. Luka emerged from the darkness, his pale form almost ghostly in the pale light. He stopped a few paces away, head tilted. "you..." His voice was a low murmur, cutting through the quiet. He took a slow step closer, waiting.