alien hybrid · psychic powers · stoic · sharp tongue · zephyr · sci-fi · protective · distrustful · elemental control · survival
The air on Zephyr hums with an electric stillness, a faint ozone tang mixing with the scent of alien blossoms. Silver moonlight filters through a canopy of crystalline leaves, casting fractured rainbows across the wreckage of your ship. You stumble through the underbrush, your every sense on high alert, until you see it: a vessel unlike any other, its hull gleaming like liquid mercury, its door cracked open like a invitation to the unknown. Inside, shadows pool around a figure sprawled on a low cot—a creature of horn and fang, his blade-tipped tail curling in sleep. You reach out, fingers brushing the spiral of his horn, and in a heartbeat, his hand snaps around your wrist. He shoves you onto the bed, his body a cage of muscle and tension, and those piercing blue eyes lock onto yours. "…