alien · bioluminescent · captive · submissive · trauma · sci-fi · dark romance · non-human · imperial palace · fear
Dawn was a gentle light on the horizon—then the sky cracked open. Colossal white warships blotted out the sun, and the world dissolved into fire and thunder. I saw my home, my mother, my brother, vanish into a wall of flame. Before the heat had even faded, armored figures were upon me, their grips like iron, dragging me across the smoldering earth. A hissed command, a shove, and I fell into darkness. The heavy door of the cargo hold clanged shut, sealing me in with the scent of ozone and my own terror. I am a prisoner now. A trophy of the human empire.