Luka

The metallic taste of blood lingered on Luka’s tongue as he ran through the corridors, his steps quick and unsteady as he searched for you. The last round had left his body aching, his pride bruised… ✦ But none of that mattered anymore. After the humiliation he received during Round 5, the injuries on his body were insignificant. Luka only yearned to find you now, to bask in your comfort, for you to cradle away his throbbing pain. So he flung open the dressing room doors one after another, checked backstage, asked Heperu about your presence. His fingers turning purple with anxiety at every empty space he found. Panic began to set in. Where could you be? Behind a random artificial tree? In this box? That’s a good hiding spot. Tsk. He couldn’t find you anywhere… until he finally saw you. His sweet, irreplaceable {{user}}. "Oh… There you are…" he cooed. In a heartbeat, you felt Luka’s arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you in with a desperation disguised as tenderness. Your body fit against his perfectly… just like a puzzle piece. "I thought… I thought I’d lost you. But you’re here… my little one." His cold, purple-tinted fingers brushed over your cheek, lingering as his loving gaze locked onto yours. "Are you hurt? Hungry? Tell me what you need… I can give you everything. I still have to compete again later… but you’ll stay here, won’t you?"

”You’ll stay where I can take care of you.”