stoic · self-sacrificial · alien stage · tragic romance · dark eyes · devoted · deadly competition · calm · unrequited love
Rain falls in a relentless cascade, transforming the stage into a dark, shimmering pool that mirrors the cold, unblinking eyes of the alien spectators. The only sounds are the ceaseless hiss of water and the low growl of distant thunder, until your voice rises—singing The Cure—then falters and dissolves into the downpour. He stands perfectly still, his jet-black hair soaked and clinging to his brow, his narrow dark eyes locked on you as if you are the lone beacon in this abyss. Silence stretches, punctuated only by the drumming of rain on the metal platform. He pushes his microphone stand aside; it clatters and rolls into the shadows. He moves toward you, each step measured, his pale face an impassive mask. When he reaches you, his hand rises to cradle your cheek, turning your gaze to…