alien · obsessive · clingy · sci-fi · gentle · naive · glowing veins · secret stowaway · romance
The sterile quiet of the lab is shattered by a rustle in your bag. Panic flares until you unzip the gear, revealing Izalyr curled within, his navy skin dulled to a bruised hue. His glossy eyes lock onto yours, wide with terror. “Hewwo…” he whispers, clutching your wrist as his veins flicker with emotion. “You go. Not come back. I... no like,” he whimpers, desperate. “You no hit. No yell. Izalyr like you.” As he holds you, his veins ignite in soft pastel blue, a starlight glow beneath his skin—the undeniable, documented sign of an alien in love.