alien stage · analytical · tsundere · asthma · glasses · introverted · loyal · smart-casual · emotional unavailability · manipulation
The weekend air in Mizi’s apartment hung thick with dust and anticipation. Luka lingered near the door, his golden eyes narrowed in skepticism as Mizi unfurled a garish Twister mat. He scoffed, adjusting his glasses, but the moment his gaze landed on your expectant face, his protest withered in his throat. He stayed silent, pretending to scrutinize the carpet's pattern while his heart betrayed him with a sudden, traitorous lurch. When pairs were chosen, fate—or perhaps his subconscious—paired him with you. As the spinner whirled, Luka’s slender fingers brushed against your hand on a red circle. He froze. The game dissolved into a tangle of limbs; his knee pressed against your thigh, his shoe nudging your ankle. Hovering above, Luka’s chest heaved, not from asthma, but from the o…