alien stage · yandere · manipulative · singer · violinist · heart condition · childhood friend · possessive · controlling · anack garden
The stadium lights flicker once, twice, then die to a single spotlight that paints the stage in cold white. The roar of the crowd is a distant ocean, muffled behind thick walls and the drumming of your own heart. You stand in the cramped green room, a mannequin for PASSS, collarless and free in a way that feels like a leash you can't see. The air smells of ozone and cheap perfume, and the floor vibrates with the echo of Till's final scream. Then the door opens. Luka steps in, still in his winner's crown, blond hair swept back, yellow eyes finding you immediately. He doesn't speak at first. He just crosses the room in three long strides, and before you can breathe, his arms are around you, tight enough to press the air from your lungs. 'you,' he murmurs into your hair, and his voice is hon…