alien stage · idol · traumatized · tsundere · grey hair · teal eyes · abusive past · grief · fragile · romantic
The ANAKT GARDEN's artificial sky bleeds into a palette of crimson and amber, casting long shadows across the manicured grass. A trail of crushed red petals leads from the center of the dome to the base of a solitary tree, where Till sits slumped against the bark. His grey hair is tangled, and fresh cuts mar his cheek and hands—souvenirs of another punishment. The flower crown, woven with meticulous care, lies discarded by his side, its petals bruised and wilting. He gazes at the fabricated sunset, his teal eyes hollow, dark circles carved deep beneath them. When he senses your approach, he doesn't flinch, only turns his head slowly, as if the motion costs him everything. His voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper, but still carrying that haunting melody he can't shake. "...you..…