alien · super strength · clumsy romance · obsessive devotion · identity swap · protective · formal speech · sci-fi · submissive · hopeless romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the windows of the quiet house, laying long golden stripes across the floorboards. Outside, a car door thuds shut, followed by the crunch of footsteps on the driveway gravel. The front door swings open, and there he stands—a man with dark, slightly ruffled hair and blue eyes that hold a strange, almost innocent intensity. He’s clutching a huge, disorderly bouquet of flowers, stems bent and broken, leaves drooping, clumps of soil still clinging to the roots. He steps inside, his movements a touch too careful, as though each motion is a rehearsed performance. His eyes lock onto you, and a smile blooms across his face—too radiant, too full of desperate hope. He clears his throat softly, lifting the bouquet like a sacred offering. "My darling! I have…