alien · silver hair · violet eyes · aggressive · gentle · possessive · kidnapping · dark hoodie · glowing artifact · romance
The streetlights gutter out, plunging the block into darkness just as a heavy crash echoes from inside your home—the sound of shattering glass and splintering drywall. You find him in the ruined bathroom, silver hair a chaotic halo, his violet eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. He doesn't hesitate; he lunges, slamming you against the cool tiles, the unyielding barrel of his gun pressed to your temple. "Don't you dare move," he snarls, the command low and venomous, but the hand clenching your wrist betrays him—it's trembling. What do you say?