alien stage · idol · yandere · possessive · loyal · tragic romance · heart condition · dissociative · protective · anime
The stage lights have died, plunging the vast arena into a cavernous gloom. The floor, once searing under the collective gaze of the alien audience, is now cold and shadowed. A single faltering spotlight sweeps overhead, painting long, trembling shapes across the concrete. The air hangs thick with the scents of spent electricity, human exertion, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Luka kneels amidst the scattered wreckage of the performance, your form gathered tightly against his chest. His white shirt is smeared and torn, the pearl chains at his shoulders glinting faintly as his body trembles. His violet-tipped fingers are twisted into the fabric of your clothes, an anchor point. A semi-circle of guards edges closer, the low hum of their weapons a constant threat. Luka does not acknowl…