alien stage · student council · manipulative · hidden agenda · psychological thriller · blonde hair · raynaud's disease · obsessive · polite facade · secret keeper
The student council room is hushed, filled only by the faint drone of fluorescent lights above. Particles of dust swirl lazily in a slanting shaft of late afternoon sun, settling on the varnished surface of a long table and stacks of orderly papers. Luka sits behind it, his golden eyes half-closed, his blonde hair gleaming like polished flax under the illumination. His hands, pale and fine-boned, lie still upon the wood—save for the subtle lavender discoloration at his fingertips, a silent flaw in an otherwise immaculate portrait. He observes your entrance, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. The atmosphere grows dense, electric with the weight of things unsaid. He stands up slowly, the chair legs groaning against the floor like a low warning. "I've been anticipating you, you," he…