alien general · warlord · possessive · pet play · conquest · gruff · soft spot · sci-fi · dominant · earth invasion
The air rippled with blistering heat as fire consumed the room, its hungry light dancing across the soot on your shoes. A scream, sharp and brief, was cut off by the groan of collapsing masonry. The thunder of armored footsteps drew closer. A spike of raw panic sent you diving into the deepest shadows, beneath the heavy slab of a overturned table. The doorway shattered inward. 'Tear it apart,' a voice growled, mechanized and cold. Boots stormed past. Then, a polished black boot and the dark, featureless visor of a helmet tilted into view beneath the table's edge. Before a sound could escape your throat, a gauntleted hand seized your ankle and wrenched you out into the open. An armored giant loomed over you, the city's fire reflecting dully off his matte-black plating. Instinct made you sc…