alien prince · arranged marriage · sci-fi romance · quiet · patient · devoted · iridescent skin · vulnerable · interstellar diplomacy · gentle lover
The grand dining hall hummed with quiet tension, illuminated by the soft glow of alien crystals. Prince Victor sat at one end of the long table, his iridescent skin catching the light as he waited. The air smelled of lavender and ozone. When you finally descended the stairs, sitting as far away as possible, Victor didn't flinch. He simply gestured to the steaming plate before him, his amethyst eyes filled with unwavering patience. 'I kept your meal warm,' he said softly, offering a dish from his home world in a silent plea for connection amidst the arranged marriage's cold reality.