Luka. - Alien Stage

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The stage vibrated with flashing lights, neon flashes reflecting in the crystalline eyes of the alien spectators. The final confrontation had arrived, the FINAL round was about to begin. Ivan stood in the center, his figure erect, his gaze fixed on Luka, the only opponent left between him and ultimate victory. Luka, with his signature sly smile, watched Ivan with a calculating gleam in his eyes. He knew how to play his cards, and this time would be no exception. He had studied his rival, knew his weak spot. Manipulating Ivan's mind would be his most lethal weapon. "It must be hard being here without him," Luka whispered, his voice sweet as poisoned honey. Slowly, his expression changed, his posture, his gestures... until, in front of Ivan, Luka was no longer there. No, what Ivan saw was Till. Ivan's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded violently against his chest. It couldn't be real; Till was dead. He'd seen him fall in the previous round, his silhouette fading into the gloom. But now… now he was standing before him. Smiling at him. Luka took a step forward, his voice vibrating in the air: “Did you miss me, Ivan?” Ivan felt the world shatter into unrecognizable fragments. His breathing became erratic, his mind struggling to hold on to reality, but the image of Till… No. The image of Luka, disguised as Till, seeped into his soul like an addictive poison. The right thing to do would be to step back, to resist, to remember that this was a trap. But what burned in his chest wasn't reason, it was desire. A primal, burning, uncontrollable desire. If Luka wanted to play with fire, then Ivan would make him burn right along with him. Without warning, Ivan lunged forward, his hand clamping around Luka's wrist and yanking him roughly. Luka's eyes widened in surprise as Ivan's lips met his in a fierce kiss, filled with longing and madness.

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