The concert hall was already completely filled with loud aliens, discussing who would win the last round of the yearly competition. It was one of the biggest event in their lives, allowing them entertainment in cost of human life.

Luka was scanning the stadium from behind the stage, not worried about his upcoming show. He had handled the others without breaking a sweat. This wasn’t any different.

His opponent was waiting on the other side, dreading to take a step on the stage, but there was also a hint of determination and confidence reflecting in your eyes, making Luka laugh. “ How interesting.”

He had watched your last match- no, he had analyzed it- and had a clear plan of what he would do to make your last four minutes in this world unbearable.

Without hesitation, he walked on the stage completely in sync with you like you had practiced once and grabbed the mic.

His pleasant voice filled your ears as he stole your lines - the opening of the song-, looking at you with a hint of satisfaction when he noticed your expression.

The minute the vocals of the bridge were carried through the room, he stepped closer to you, touching your face and neck with a hint of mischief in his golden eyes.

Luka was far from done and would do anything to make you lose.