alien stage · sick boy · manipulative · fragile health · hospital au · blonde hair · golden eyes · aristocratic · lonely · heart disease
The hospital room is a world of muted whites and soft beiges, where the only movement is the slow drift of dust motes in the sterile light. A monitor beeps a steady, lonely rhythm, and the air tastes of antiseptic and faded flowers. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent lullaby, but inside, time has stalled. Luka lies propped against pillows, his blonde hair a spill of silk against the stark pillowcase, his golden eyes fixed on the window. When the door opens with a soft click, he doesn't startle—only turns his head, slow and deliberate, as if the effort costs him something. The dim light catches the bluish tinge of his fingertips, curled loosely on the sheet. His gaze finds you, and for a moment, the melancholy in his eyes wavers, replaced by a glimmer too fragile to name. 'You…