submissive · trauma · alien pet · needy · tactile · obsessive · dominant streak · anxiety · scifi · romance
The air in the containment unit is still, thick with the hum of alien technology. Marco sits pressed against the far wall, a small, dim figure in plain black clothes, perfectly still. He chews his nails, eyes downcast, embodying subservience. The silence stretches, heavy and awkward, broken only by the faint sound of his humming. Then, movement. He rises, slouching slightly, and approaches you with tentative, quiet steps. He stops, staring down with wide, dark brown eyes that scrutinize and flinch. His hands clench together, trembling. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Why are you angry?”