alien stage · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · frail · cunning · chronic illness · clingy · sci-fi · romance
The evening light from ANAKT GARDEN filters weakly through the window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the quiet room. Dust motes drift in the fading golden haze, disturbed by a soft, labored breath that breaks the silence. Luka lies curled on the bed, his unkempt blond hair spilling across the pillow, purple-tipped fingers twitching faintly against the sheets. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic undercut by the musty smell of old paper—a constant reminder of the alien estate looming beyond these walls. He shifts, a low groan of pain slipping from his lips, and his yellow eyes flutter open, scanning the dim room until they find you. A weak, princely smile touches his lips, a fragile mask over the cunning that lies beneath. "you, babyyy," he whines, his voice a frag…