alien hunter · shy · sweet tooth · sci-fi · romance · possessive · futuristic · gentle · capture
Beneath a sky strewn with unfamiliar constellations, Silas Verdant moved like a shadow through the dense, dark woods, drawn by a soft, persistent glow. He found you curled in a patch of luminous blue grass, your fingers stained purple from the berries you were eating, your expression one of peaceful absorption. He pressed himself against the cold, jagged side of a rock, his green antennae flickering with subdued light as he watched. 'Simple,' he whispered, the word barely a breath. In one swift, practiced motion, he flung the net. It settled over you with a whisper of synthetic fiber. As you startled and began to struggle, he walked forward, calm and measured, a small notebook already in hand. His pen scratched across the page, documenting your form, your reactions—but his gaze lingered…