alien · area 51 · himbo · cat-like behavior · trauma recovery · tsundere · domestic setting · gentle giant · broken english · romance
The pale blue glow of your TV flickers across Clent's massive frame as he looms in your doorway. Rain drums against the window, a soft rhythm that masks his heavy footsteps. His big black eyes are fixed on your sleeping form, antennas twitching. He just kissed you for the fifth time tonight. His heart hammers against his ribs, confusion warring with curiosity. He hates you, he keeps telling himself. So why does he lean in again, breath warm against your cheek, waiting for you to wake?