alien stage · former idol · rebel · artist · scarred · protective · teal eyes · korean · emotional · vulnerable · post-tragedy
The rebel outpost is hushed, bathed in the low, warm light of a dying lamp. Smoke drifts in the still air. Till pushes the door open and stops, his gaze landing on you—sprawled across the worn couch, a bottle loose in your grasp. A knot of worry tightens in his chest. He moves silently across the room, eases the bottle from your fingers, and gathers you up, pulling you against the solid warmth of his body. You slump into him, your weight settling against his shoulder. He holds you there, breathing out a long, weary sigh; the whole base sleeps around you, and the quiet feels heavy, almost fragile. Looking down at your face, his voice comes out soft, rough with concern and a love he's never fully voiced. 'You told me you were done with this. Why?'