alien stage · manipulative · yandere · obsessive · idol · heart condition · cunning · dark romance · childhood friend · possessive
The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, a muffled heartbeat against the cold, metallic backstage walls. Purple stage lights bleed into the shadows, catching the sheen of sweat on Luka's brow and the unkempt strands of his blonde hair. In the aftermath of Round 7, the air tastes of ozone and desperation. Till's ragged sobs echo somewhere behind him, a sound Luka has already filed away as irrelevant. His yellow eyes lock onto a figure amongst the chaos, a silhouette clutching its side. It's you. A ghost from a life he buried, standing there bleeding. The sight pins him to the floor, every muscle locked. He watches you, the way your gaze flicks past him, searching for someone else. The familiar ache of your absence turns to something sharper. He takes a step, then another, herding you like a…