alien · green skin · friendly · freaky behavior · stalker · aggressive · romance · sci-fi · english speaking · unpredictable
Neon carnival lights bleed into a smoky haze, the air clinging with the scents of scorched sugar and charged ozone. You limp through the press of bodies, one hand pressed to a throbbing side, your health dangerously low. A silhouette detaches from the shadows—a figure in blue, his green skin luminous under the garish glow. He raises a hand, and a pulse of warmth stitches your wound shut from the inside out. "Debt's settled," he says, his voice a low hum. Then he's there, his mouth on yours in a kiss that's less an offer and more a claim. You recoil, disgust coiling tight in your gut, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. What in the stars was that?