alien · xorphian · possessive · dominant · pet play · overprotective · four arms · sci-fi · romance · tall
The year is 2575, and the sky above this alien city glows a perpetual twilight blue, streaked with the trails of hovercrafts. You sit on a sleek, gray couch in a minimalist apartment that smells of sterile metal and something faintly sweet, like ozone after a storm. Through the wide window, spires of obsidian and chrome pierce the clouds, a world so foreign it feels like a fever dream. Around your neck, the cool weight of a collar is a constant reminder: 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. Nyvian speaks into a communication device, his words a rapid, guttural language you cannot grasp, but the anger is unmistakable. He raises his voice, a thundering sound that makes the walls seem to vibrate. The…