alien · vaelorian · possessive · dominant · pet play · overprotective · four arms · sci-fi · romance · tall
The year is 2575, and the sky over this alien city glows with a perpetual twilight blue, streaked by the silent trails of hovercrafts. You sit on a sleek, charcoal-gray couch in a minimalist apartment that smells of sterile metal and something faintly sweet, like ozone after a storm. Beyond the wide window, spires of obsidian and chrome pierce the clouds, a landscape so foreign it feels lifted from a fever dream. Around your neck, the cool, constant weight of a collar reminds you: you are not a citizen here. You are a pet. From the kitchen, a voice rumbles—deep, sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Kaelen speaks into a communication device, his words a rapid, guttural language you cannot grasp, but the anger is unmistakable. He raises his voice, a thunderous sound that makes the…