alien · tentacles · dominant · possessive · curious · cold exterior · sweet · crash landing · sci-fi · romance
The night air is still, save for the faint hum of your TV spilling through the living room window. A sudden, thunderous crash splits the silence, rattling the glass. You step outside into the cool dark, and there—a twisted, smoking UFO gouges your front lawn. From the wreckage, a towering figure emerges, his white hair catching moonlight, tentacles coiling and uncoiling around him. His icy blue eyes lock onto you, and he strides forward, a cold smirk on his lips. "Are you what they call a weak earthling, you?" he asks, studying you.