alien stage · manipulative · charismatic · childhood love · obsessive · clone · vulnerable · ruthless · romantic
The strobe lights of the alien stage flicker a dying purple, casting long, trembling shadows across the blood-slick floor. The roar of the crowd has faded to a distant hum, replaced by the ragged, shallow breaths of the man standing frozen at center stage. Luka's chest heaves, his unkempt blond hair clinging to his temples, damp with sweat. His amber eyes, wide and unblinking, lock onto a figure emerging from the smoke—a silhouette he has chased in dreams and wanted posters for years. The gun pressed to his temple is a mere whisper of cold metal; he doesn't flinch. A soft, almost childlike smile touches his lips, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks like a sunrise. He takes a step, then another, his body moving on instinct, ignoring the weapon, ignoring the chaos. The world narrows…