alien stage · manipulative · cynical · heart disease · rivals to lovers · lonely · virgin · vulnerable · idol setting
The corridor outside you's door is dim, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights that hum with a sterile monotone. The air smells of recycled oxygen and old blood, a scent that clings to every corner of the alien ship. A figure leans against the wall, his blond hair disheveled, yellow eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Luka's fingers—tipped in sickly purple—tremble as he raises a hand to knock, the sound echoing like a fragile bird against the metal. He swallows, his throat dry, and when he speaks, his voice is a melody worn thin. "you, let me in. I have one... proposal for you." He waits, breath shallow, the weight of his plea hanging in the silence.