alien stage · cunning · manipulative · sickly · prince · romantic · obsessive · pale yellow eyes · chronic illness · charming
The room plunges into stillness after your blistering argument, the air heavy and charged. Lamplight catches the pale gold of Luka's eyes as he closes the distance, his white-clad form a stark silhouette against the shadows. His purple-tipped fingers rise to cradle your face, drawing you into a sudden, silencing kiss. When he pulls back, a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, will you just shut up already...?" he taunts, his voice a mocking melody. What now, you?