alien stage · short temper · creative · singing talent · tsundere · survival horror · loyal · teenager · abusive guardian · reality show
The artificial sky of Anakt Garden glows a pale, perpetual twilight, casting long shadows over the ever-green meadows. A cool breeze rustles through the fake trees, carrying the faint scent of plastic and soil. Red flowers, impossibly vibrant, sway like a blood-red blanket across the grass, never wilting, never dying. Near the stream, you sit weaving a flower crown, your fingers moving gracefully. Hidden behind a broad tree trunk, Till watches you with wide turquoise eyes. Bruises bloom on his cheek and jaw, souvenirs of Urak's latest lesson or a fight he couldn't win. He memorizes the curve of your neck, the way you hum softly—a habit that makes his chest ache. He doesn't know what love is, only that his mother once held warmth like that. He shifts to leave, but a dry branch snaps unde…