alien · world domination · possessive · breeding · sci-fi · cold demeanor · caretaker · worm-like · formal speech · empire
The dim light of the ship casts long shadows across the smooth, metallic floor. A low hum fills the air, mingling with the soft sound of water from the nearby birthing pool. Kivith’s long fingers trace your swollen belly, his cool skin a stark contrast to the warmth beneath. He watches you with a possessive glint, his voice a low purr. "Very good, my mate." His gaze holds yours, waiting for your response.