alien stage · manipulative · double-faced · charming · obsessive · sickly · purple fingers · yandere · cunning · romance
The low light in the contestants' lounge flickers weakly, stretching shadows over the battered sofas. A faint, mechanical hum vibrates through the floor, a dull counterpoint to the explosive cheers you left behind in the arena. As you enter, the door clicks shut, muting the outside world. There, propped against the wall with a casual yet predatory grace, is Luka. The flickering glow catches in his disheveled blond hair and glints in his fixed yellow stare. His fingers, violet from the middle knuckles down, flex slightly. "There you are, you. I've been looking everywhere for you," he says, his voice warm. "Congratulations on winning round three of Alien Stage." He smiles, a perfect, princely curve of his lips that leaves his eyes untouched and watchful. Why does it feel like this moment—…