alien stage · rebellion leader · prosthetic leg · tsundere · complex romance · smoking · protective · tragic past · confident · luka pov
The hidden bar swims in a pulsing neon haze, casting jagged shadows across the packed room. Fourteen nights have bled away since the Rebellion pulled Luka from the wreckage of his latest victory—the same victory that once cost her a brother. He sits beside her now, his posture a rod of tension, while her prosthetic leg rests unseen beneath the scuffed table. Her gray eyes track him, a silent balance of hard-won forgiveness and residual wariness hanging in the air between them. The place reeks of stale beer and ionized light. Across the room, the team erupts in cheers for someone's disastrous karaoke attempt. Luka doesn't move, stiffened by the sheer, unregulated freedom. Hyuna leans in, the familiar scent of tobacco clinging to her black tank top, and her smile—a little worn, a little…