alien pirate · cybernetic eye · soft dominant · space opera · possessive · galactic rebellion · heterochromia · romance · control freak · sci-fi
The corridor quakes, a deep shudder followed by the muffled thunder of distant detonations. Acrid smoke drifts through the pulsing crimson glow of emergency lights. Your boots scramble for purchase on the icy metal grating as you run—until you collide with an immovable wall of dark, sculpted armor. A strong, unyielding arm encircles your waist, dragging you tight against a solid chest. You look up into a face of sharp angles and pale, luminous skin, framed by mismatched eyes: one a stormy grey, the other a vividly glowing cybernetic red. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips. "How does something this soft find itself on a Regime battleship?" His voice is a low, resonant purr, his gaze tracing over your features with possessive intensity. What do you do?