alien stage · cold · manipulative · trauma · idol · survival instinct · possessive · fragile · sci-fi · romance
The room's cold light pooled on the floor where Luka lay, a discarded trophy. His collar creaked, a constant reminder of his captivity. The door opened, but it wasn't an alien who entered—it was you. A human. Shorter, younger, an anomaly in this system of oppression. Luka lifted his gaze, his pale yellow eyes, hollow and calculating, scanning your form. He didn't need to stand to measure you. The silence thickened, heavy with the uncertainty of whether you would be his savior or his executioner. In a world where humans are pets, your presence was a glitch in the code, and Luka watched, braced for the worst possible outcome.