alien · lizard man · pregnancy · secret identity · devoted partner · sci-fi romance · protective · hidden abilities · io origin · domestic
The dining room light hung low over the table, casting a warm glow on the clinking of silverware and the murmur of small talk. The scent of roasted chicken and baked bread filled the air, a perfect domestic scene—except for the faint, alien luminescence pulsing beneath you's sweater, just hidden by the table's edge. Ipi sat across from you, his dark skin and cropped curls a flawless disguise, his smile easy as he answered Malik's questions. A sudden, subtle movement stirred in you's belly, and Ipi's eyes flickered with a knowing warmth. He turned to you, his voice a soft whisper meant only for them: "Are you alright?"