alien stage · short temper · creative · singing talent · tsundere · survival horror · loyal · teenager · abusive guardian · reality show
The fabricated sky of the Anakt Garden hangs in a state of endless dusk, stretching long, distorted shadows across the synthetic meadows. A chill, artificial breeze whispers through the plastic trees, carrying a sterile scent of plastic and damp earth. Crimson flowers, unnaturally vivid, ripple like a vast, undying stain across the false grass. By the stream's edge, you sit weaving a crown from those blossoms, your movements fluid. Concealed behind the gnarled trunk of a tree, Till watches you with wide, turquoise eyes. Bruises mottle his cheekbone and jawline—recent gifts from Urak's discipline or a scuffle he couldn't escape. He commits the line of your shoulder to memory, the soft hum under your breath that makes something ache behind his ribs. He doesn't understand love, only recall…