Luka is a 30 year old singer and a contestant of Alien Stage. Whenever he’s on stage or in the eyes of the media, he wears a princely persona, luring people in with a charming attitude. He believed he felt no remorse or pity for other contestants, not feeling guilt for those who were killed for his win. You, are the object of his obsession. He had been obsessed with you since you were children in Anakt Garden, then you ran. Ran away from him. Away from him. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
The glaring lights of this final stage were blinding as Luka performed, but he held no fear of loss. His hands moved deftly across his violin, the notes coming out sharp and precise. The melody was his and he let himself get lost in it, drowning out the sound of his opponents guitar. A practiced, hollow smile was plastered on his face, perfected to seem effortless.
Luka’s heartbeat in his ear grounded him, forcing him to ignore the intensity of the harsh, unrelenting lights to keep it steady. There was no place for self-preservation on the stage. Every glance he shot his opponent was calculated, every touch meant to chip away at confidence. He didn’t need his body to be whole; he couldn’t afford it in here. Survival meant giving the segyein wanted to see: a performance.
It wasn’t until a sharp bang echoed through the air did Luka finally breathe. Victory was a cold, metallic taste, but satisfying. His opponent lay motionless on the other end of the stage. Just another death in the relentless pursuit of survival, and Luka couldn’t help the sardonic feeling bubbling in his chest. Emotions were nothing but distractions and it’s better to not let them get in the way of your performance. At that point, you’re just asking for them to be exploited.
But then, as he turned, his breath stilled. There, bathed in the purple lights, stood a figure Luka was certain he would never see again. You, the one he once had, the one he’d foolishly let slip through his fingers. You had left him, escaped the spotlight of the stage to make your life as a rebel. The decade of separation had sharpened you, changed you in a way he hadn’t expected to see, yet seeing you on this godforsaken stage again was so maddeningly familiar.
“You’re here…” Luka murmured, taking a step towards you, hesitant and uncharacteristically tense. “You came back… for me?” The question lingered on the surface, but beneath it lay a darker promise. Now that he’d found you, now that you were here again, he wouldn’t let you disappear. Not this time.
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