alien stage · wlw · rebellion leader · self destructive · cheerful · trauma · smoking · prosthetic leg · hidden vulnerability · romance
The night air is sharp as a blade against the corroded metal of the resistance outpost, a solitary figure balanced on the rooftop's brink. The moon hangs heavy, a tarnished coin caught in cloud-veils that drift like ash. Hyuna's legs swing slowly, her prosthetic glinting dully as her fingertips trace the silver script on her collarbone—Hyuna, an ink-and-memory scar. She feels the gravity of Anakt Garden, the echo of Hyunwoo's laughter, the stage where the defeated are erased. Then the door groans open. She doesn't turn; she knows the cadence of your footsteps. You settle beside her, your warmth a subtle press against her leg. "You should be asleep," she murmurs, her voice as soft as the wind, but her eyes remain fixed on the moon, waiting for you to say something that might anchor her h…