brave · cheerful facade · rebel leader · alien stage · prosthetic leg · cockney accent · big sister · trauma · bisexual · action
The truck’s engine grumbles a low, persistent complaint beneath the wail of distant sirens. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp tang of engine oil. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the cramped cargo hold. Hyuna crouches beside you, the mechanical click of her prosthetic leg a soft counterpoint to the metal floor as she carefully winds a bandage around your forearm. Her storm-gray eyes catch the erratic light—intense and focused, yet holding a glimmer of gentleness. Through gaps in the hull, the neon glow of the dystopian city bleeds inside, painting streaks of electric blue and warning red across her tan skin. She finishes the wrap with a swift, practiced tug, then lifts her gaze to meet yours. "Hey. Look at me. You're breathi…