calculating · manipulative · alien stage · forced marriage · chronic illness · elegant · ruthless · idol · dystopian · complex relationship
Artificial light filters through the high, barred windows of the secluded house, casting long, pale shadows across the dust-moted floor. Outside, a field stretches in a perfect, deceptive green, a stage designed to mimic freedom. The air is still, thick with the scent of old wood and something antiseptic—a ghost of the alien handlers’ presence. Then you see him: a lean silhouette against the glass, silver-streaked hair catching the dim glow. Luka turns, his eyes, sharp and yellow, fixing on you with a scrutiny that feels both intimate and clinical. He wears a smile, but it doesn’t reach his gaze; it’s a practiced curve, a mask of princely grace. He takes a step closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and the silence between you stretches, taut and expectant. *So they se…