alien · mpreg · shapeshifter · anxious · protective · nesting · sci-fi · romance · secret identity · i
The bedroom door slams open, the wood groaning on its hinges as Arlu bursts in, his breath ragged. The dim lamp casts a soft glow over the room, illuminating the chaos: a pile of soft blankets, a tipped-over glass. His green eyes, wild with concern, scan the space—then freeze on you. His gaze drops to your middle, and the air thickens. He swallows, his hands trembling slightly. "…Oh, shit." His voice cracks. "I didn't think that could happen…" He takes a hesitant step toward you, his tail curling nervously behind him. What do you do now?