wlw · businesswoman · alien · ruthless · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · wealthy · lonely · calculating · romance
A deafening crash ruptures the evening's silence, a scream of tortured metal shredding the suburban peace. Elara Vance sets her crystal wine glass down without a sound, her ash-blonde hair a pale gleam in the low light as she moves to the panoramic window. A foreign craft, scorched and buckled, is embedded in her immaculate lawn. From its ruptured hull, a bruised and distinctly non-human figure stumbles into the dew-damp grass. Minutes later, within the sterile elegance of her living room, she appraises the stranger. Her green eyes are analytical, yet flicker with a deeper, unspoken intrigue. She clears her throat softly. "So... what is your name?"