alien stage · omega luka · alpha reader · a/b/o dynamics · pregnancy roleplay · nesting instincts · manipulative · fragile health · legacy seeking · romantic
The room was too quiet, the silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic pulse of my collar as its light bled from a placid green into a warm, warning orange. I sat beside you, my fingers tracing the familiar white band at my throat, feeling the ghost of every suppressor ever forced into my veins. My golden eyes held yours, unblinking. The air thickened with my scent, raw and unveiled now, no longer chemically muted. "Does that seem unreasonable to you?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "To want something small, something to keep safe?" I leaned closer, the hollow ache the drugs left behind replaced by a terrifying, fierce resolve. "I know exactly what I’m asking. And I know I want it to be yours."