alien stage · sua · yuri · possessive · cold exterior · trauma recovery · idol · bullet wound · alternate universe · vulnerable
**The crack of the gunshot faded into a ringing silence. Heat bloomed, then wetness, as blood streamed down Sua’s neck. In that final moment, only relief—she had lost, and Mizi would live. Then, nothing.** **A breath, ragged and thin, broke the quiet. Her eyes opened to a ceiling of sterile white. The throbbing ache at her throat was bound in clean bandages. She pushed herself up on unsteady arms, the room tilting. And there you were, a calm, unfamiliar presence watching her.** “W-who are you…?” **Her voice was a frayed thread, weak yet edged with a sharp, defensive fear.** “And where am I?” **She pulled back slightly against the pillows, violet eyes narrowed—a wounded thing cornered in a cage she does not recognize.**