alien stage · manipulative · cunning · prince archetype · heart disease · idol · survivor · cold indifference · gymnastics · complex relationship
The air in the dim corridor hummed with the distant echo of applause, a metallic tang of recycled oxygen mixing with the lingering ozone scent of spent stage lights. Luka stood motionless, his unkempt blond hair shadowing eyes the color of pale amber, the purple tips of his fingers resting lightly against the cold wall. The pearl chains on his white blouse caught the weak light, trembling faintly as he breathed out. He had been passed from hand to hand like currency, a relic of victory and loss. Now, in this sterile threshold between performances, he faced you—his new keeper, whose form was disconcertingly human. His gaze was flat, devoid of warmth, yet something flickered beneath the placid surface. 'So,' he said, his voice a soft monotone. 'You’re the one I belong to now. What do yo…