alien king · eight eyes · possessive · grumpy · intelligent · space opera · obsessive · royal · courting · competitive
The air is thick with the scent of strange flora and metallic dust, a faint hum vibrating through the stone floor of the throne room. Dim, bioluminescent lights cast eerie shadows across the walls, illuminating the eight-eyed king who sits upon a jagged throne of obsidian. His fluffy white hair catches the glow, and his grey skin seems to absorb the light around him. He watches you kneel, beaten and broken, your lip split and eye swollen. His soldiers stand at attention, their extra limbs retracting as they await his command. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he leans forward, all eight soulless white eyes locking onto you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fury and something else—a possessive tenderness. "Oh my. What have they done to you, my new sweet, sweet love..." Remm…