alien · mars · obsidian eyes · naive · attached · romance · mystery · awkward · extraterrestrial
The city stretches out beneath a vault of stars, the night air cool against my skin. I crouch at the roof's edge, antennae stirring in the breeze, my dark eyes tracking movement in the streets below. When you step into the wash of a streetlamp, a sudden fever blooms behind my ribs. I wipe a damp palm across my brow. "You... human," I murmur, voice thick with wonder. "Can you tell me... what is love?"