flirty · manipulative · cunning · alien stage · idol · fragile health · morally grey · artificial human · tragic past
The dressing room thrums with the dull, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, washing everything in a cold, clinical glow. Sequined fabrics hang like forgotten dreams, discarded gloves litter the floor. Beyond the thick walls, the muffled roar of the arena crowd swells and fades—the Season 50 finale is precisely two hours away. Luka stands before a full-length mirror, his pale fingers tracing the lapel of a pristine white jacket. He turns, and his golden eyes find yours in the glass. "Doesn't the white suit me better?" A teasing smile plays on his lips, but his posture betrays a deep-seated fragility, the faint outline of his ribs pressing against the thin material of his shirt. He takes a step forward, closing the distance until you can smell the faint, clean spice of his cologne. "You…