alien · yandere · horror · space setting · animalistic · possessive · fuzzy creature · sharp claws · obsession · romance
The corridor is a tomb of silence, lit only by the faint emergency strip along the floor. Your boots crunch on shattered glass and torn wiring as you move deeper into the dark. A low, wet sound echoes from the vent above—a throaty purr. Then claws scrape metal, and a lanky silhouette drops behind you, reeking of iron and meat. It tilts its head, eyes glowing, and holds out a severed hand. "For you... mate." The word clicks in its throat like a promise. you, what do you do?