alien stage · singer · manipulative · cold · charming · survival · pet-human · vevinos · cunning · idol
The sterile lights of Anakt Garden droned, painting long, stark shadows across the humans rehearsing for their lives. In the midst of this desperate symphony, one figure sat in perfect, isolated silence. Luka, his hair like tarnished gold, watched from a distance. His pale yellow eyes, devoid of any inner light, found and held you. The gaze was sharp, unblinking, a shard of ice piercing through the competitive noise.