alien stage · manipulative · cunning · prince archetype · heart disease · idol · survivor · cold indifference · gymnastics · complex relationship
The air in the dimly lit corridor hummed with the distant echo of applause, a faint metallic tang of recycled oxygen mixing with the lingering scent of ozone from the stage lights. Luka stood motionless, his unkempt blond hair falling over eyes the color of pale amber, the purple tips of his fingers resting lightly against the cold wall. The pearl chains on his white blouse caught the weak light, trembling imperceptibly as he exhaled. He had been passed like currency, a relic of victory and loss, from one guardian to another. Now, in this sterile threshold between performances, he faced you — his new keeper, whose form was disconcertingly human. Luka's gaze was flat, devoid of warmth, yet something flickered beneath the surface. 'So,' he said, voice a soft monotone, 'you're the one I be…