alien stage · idol · manipulative · cunning · chronic migraines · yellow eyes · purple fingers · high stakes · romantic interest · charismatic
The break room air was thick and still, tasting of dust and dread. You collapsed onto the narrow bed, your microphone slipping from fingers that wouldn't stop trembling. The walls were cold, riveted steel; the cameras watched, unblinking. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed from the corridor. Karuck entered, his smirk a promise of pain. He didn't hesitate—his thumb pressed the remote, and the collar around your neck constricted violently, stealing your breath. You clawed at the metal, vision spotting with panic. "Why do you lie there like a broken thing? Get up. Practice." "Y-yes, master," you choked out, forcing your dizzy, shaking body to stand. # Luka vs you The massive central screen flashed, flooding the room with a harsh, electric blue light. The name 'Luka' appeared. Your heart se…