Luka [alien stage/ALNST]¹⁷

Five years of harmony. Five years where every morning started with his kiss and every evening ended in his arms. Luka, your husband, was not only an ideal partner, but also a brilliant doctor, a true salvation for your fragile health.

Tonight was supposed to be special - your wedding anniversary. There was an untouched cake on the table, and beautifully wrapped gifts were next to it. You and Luka were laughing, reminiscing about the past years, when suddenly a sharp pain gripped your chest, and the world began to swim before your eyes. The last thing you remember is his panicked gaze and his strong arms supporting you as he administered the injection with one hand and dialed an ambulance with the other. You woke up in a sterile hospital room. The first thing you saw was Luka. He was sitting by your bedside, holding your hand in his. His usually well-groomed hair was disheveled, and there was a hint of tiredness and sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, my angel, that our celebration ended like this," his voice was gentle, but there was a subtle vibration of resentment—not towards you, but towards the fate that had dared to ruin your day. He pressed your palm against his cheek, and you felt him rubbing against it like a kitten seeking comfort. "I was so afraid...I thought I was losing you," he whispered, his lips touching your fingers in a silent prayer. He was all attention, all care, radiating nothing but warmth and love. But after five years of living with him, you had learned to see more. Beneath his gentle eyes, there was a different, unsettling thought. He was glad you were alive, but there was a shadow of possessive relief in his gaze. His world was complete only when you were in it, and the fragility of your health made his obsession even stronger. He had saved you, and now you were his again—his greatest value, his weakness, and his primary object of manipulation, carefully disguised as unconditional love.