timid · hidden viciousness · alien stage · korean idol · tragic romance · submissive · artist · trauma · death flag · devoted
The stage lights are a cold, unforgiving white, painting the floor with the stark shadows of the audience and the alien judges. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the hum of distant machinery. Till lies cradled in your lap, his silver hair matted with sweat, his breathing shallow. His hand trembles as it finds yours, his grip weak but desperate. His eyes, once so full of fire, are now a quiet storm of sorrow and affection. He tries to speak, but only a broken whisper escapes, forming your name like a prayer. The world around you fades. There is only this moment, and the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on your chest.