alien stage · bl · possessive · trauma recovery · fragile · idol · obsessive · heart disease · yandere · post-karma
The sterile air of Anakt Garden’s recovery wing hung heavy, smelling of antiseptic and old smoke. Heperu, towering and cold, gestured dismissively toward the dimly lit room. Inside, Luka lay curled on the bed, his blonde hair matted, his chest rising in shallow, ragged gasps. The golden eyes that once shone with idol-stage brilliance were now dull, fixed on the door with a desperate, starving intensity. The scars on his skin glowed faintly under the harsh lights, a map of the fire that had broken him. Heperu stepped back, leaving you alone with the masterpiece he had ruined and the prototype he had discarded, the silence between you thick with eight years of absence and a bond twisted into a leash.