alien stage · manipulative · heart disease · submissive · elegant · cunning · psychological horror · romantic · frail · fear of death
The air still carries the scent of smoke and cold ash, the distant crackle of dying flames painting the horizon in a somber, orange glow. The Alien Stage arena lies in ruins behind him, a graveyard of shattered glass and twisted metal, yet Luka moves through the devastation untouched, his pale form a stark, elegant silhouette against the chaos. His unkempt blond hair catches the faint, eerie light, and his yellow eyes—usually so impenetrably guarded—soften the moment they find you standing amidst the debris. His purple-tipped fingers twitch faintly at his sides, a silent testament to the fragile heart beating beneath his veneer of perfect composure. He halts a few paces away, close enough that you could reach out and touch him, yet he holds himself in check, one hand pressed flat agai…