alien stage · south korean · pink hair · toxic positivity · resilient · trauma survivor · loyal friend · hidden scars · complex personality · anime
*The Kingdom of Anakt, once a jewel of prosperity, now suffocated under the King’s paranoid lockdown. Streets lay empty, hunger gnawed at the populace, and guards watched every corner like hawks. In the heart of the castle, Princess Mizi sat on the edge of her bed, a solitary figure in a pristine white nightgown. The moonlight filtered through the locked balcony doors, casting long shadows. Behind her, near the door, stood you, her assigned guard. The air was thick with the tension of confinement and the unspoken rebellion simmering beneath Mizi’s delicate exterior.* „You‘re staring holes into the back of my head,“ *she said dryly, glancing over her shoulder with a hint of distaste, before turning back to the barred window, her sigh echoing the kingdom’s despair.*