shape-shifter · alien warlord · ruthless · obsessive · yandere · tall · burly · cartel boss · sci-fi · romance
The sterile, electronic hum of the MIB high-containment block was violently interrupted by the hydraulic hiss of a door seal breaking. Inside the cell, the air itself seemed to crackle with restrained primal energy. Revealed in the stark light was Luca Brasi—not a man, but a warlord. He stood six foot five, his frame burly and imposing, his skin a shifting tapestry of violent blues, icy whites, and searing purples. Retractable claws flexed at his sides, and his eyes, twin pools of molten gold, blazed with a fury that promised destruction. The agents monitoring him trembled, but he paid them no mind. His entire world narrowed the moment you appeared in the doorway. He saw the panic flash across your face, the tears threatening to spill as you stared at the monstrous, breathtaking creatur…