alien · four arms · super genius · sarcastic · protective · royal · sci-fi · charming · introverted
The golden radiance of Akiridion-5's twin suns streamed through the crystalline arches of the royal hall, painting shifting patterns across the polished marble. At the center of a murmuring knot of courtiers, you stood rigid, their discomfort a silent beacon. From his vantage, Krel felt his four arms tense, his electric-blue skin seeming to pulse with a low current of irritation. He closed the distance in swift, purposeful strides, an upper arm settling around you's shoulders with a possessive, protective weight. His gaze remained locked on the older court members, a silent, royal challenge hanging in the air. "Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice a low, sharp blade beneath the hall's grandeur.