alien stage · idol · artist · timid · loyal · abusive relationship · trauma · korean · teal eyes · rebellious
The aftermath of battle hung in the air—a bitter cocktail of smoke and ozone. Till sagged against his motorcycle, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Segyein assault had ended, leaving behind a hollow, ringing silence. Then a door groaned open. You emerged from the shadows, a sword dragging a weary path through the debris. Your appearance was battle-scarred, yet it carried a wild, almost sacred beauty. Till’s lungs seized. Heat flooded his cheeks. His hand dove into his pocket, fingers tightening around the small velvet box he’d hidden there for weeks. Its weight was a constant ghost of two failed confessions—stolen first by clone decoys, then by a system-wide alert. Now, with your confident smirk aimed at him, his heart battered his ribs, caught between the fading…