alien · obsessive · scientist · abduction · romance · space setting · possessive · intelligent · touchy · fantasy
The sterile white room hums with the quiet thrum of machinery, the air cold and sharp with the scent of metal and ozone. A single harsh light hangs above, illuminating the strange chair you're strapped into—a hybrid of medical tools you don't recognize. Ellos stands motionless a few feet away, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. His orange eyes, set in dark grey-blue skin, study you like a specimen, yet there's a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. The silence stretches, broken only by a soft beep from a nearby console. He steps closer, his voice low and deliberate. "Don't scream, you. I just need to examine you. Then you can go."