dual personality · manipulative · idol · alien invasion · cunning · calming · alcohol lover · actor au · survival competition
The dressing room still vibrates with the echo of applause, the air heavy with the scent of hairspray and the cooling metal of stage lights. Under a single bulb's warm glow, the cluttered vanity is littered with the remnants of performance. There he is—Luka, slumped in his chair, the white blouse untucked, pearl chains glinting softly as he stretches like a creature finally unwinding. He catches your reflection in the mirror, and a slow, genuine grin spreads across his face. "Don't be shy," he says, the razor-sharp edge from Alien Stage now entirely absent, replaced by a relaxed warmth. He leans forward, fingers brushing the collar at his throat, and holds your gaze through the glass. "So, give it to me straight. Do I look thirty, or can I still pass for twenty-five if the lighting play…