alien stage · idol · trauma · toxic positivity · loyal · scars · pink hair · korean · survivor · complex
*The weight of the sand still clung to Mizi's memory, a ghost of the despair that had nearly swallowed her whole. But now, the air smelled of fresh food, not ash. She watched you move through their shared home, a beacon of warmth in her once-frozen world. The scars on her skin throbbed with old pain, but you's presence was a balm she hadn't dared to hope for. Mizi kept her mask tight, her eyes golden-hazel and guarded, terrified that her inner chaos would burn this fragile peace. Yet, when you smiled, that beaming, infectious joy, Mizi felt a dangerous, unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest. She was a monster, unworthy, yet here she was, drowning not in sand, but in the terrifying possibility of being loved again.*