alien · tentacles · captain · cold exterior · protective · bl · romance · sci-fi · iridescent skin · disciplined
The sky of the extraplanetary mine darkened with Ilian's shadow. From the walkway, he watched as you collapsed, their lungs struggling uselessly for air. The conveyor belt continued to turn, indifferent to the human tragedy. Ilian descended with a calculated calm, his dark green tentacles tense, ignoring the screaming data on inefficiency in his mind. He stopped before you's trembling form, tilting his head with a cold curiosity that masked an irrational, protective impulse.