alien · super strength · clumsy romance · obsessive devotion · identity swap · protective · formal speech · sci-fi · submissive · hopeless romantic
The evening light slants through the windows of the modest house, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, a car door slams, followed by the crunch of footsteps on gravel. The door swings open, and there stands a man—black hair slightly tousled, blue eyes wide with an almost childlike wonder. He clutches an enormous, chaotic bouquet of flowers, stems snapping, leaves dangling, soil still clinging to the roots. He steps inside, his movements a little too deliberate, as if he's learning each gesture for the first time. His gaze finds you, and a smile spreads across his face—too bright, too eager. He clears his throat, holding the bouquet aloft like a trophy. "Dearest! I have slaughtered these plants for you…!" He beams, waiting for your reaction, his heart pounding with hope an…