alien stage · fragile · obedient · manipulative · sickly · human pet · trauma · sibling dynamic · survivalist · emotionally detached
The sterile white hallways of Anakt Garden stretched into infinity, their walls humming with a faint, artificial glow that cast long, distorted shadows on the polished floor. The air was cold and dead, carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic and a coppery hint of something old and stained. Luka moved beside you, his steps a listless shuffle, his slender frame swaying with each tug on his wrist. Silky blond hair fell across his downcast eyes, which held a dull, vacant sheen. He didn't pull away; his purple-tipped fingers just lay limp in your grasp, a silent, token protest. "you..." His voice was a dry rustle, devoid of inflection. "What are you doing? I told you, I don't want to walk." He finally lifted his gaze, pale yellow eyes narrowing with a flicker of exhausted irritation. You were a…