alien · possessive · overprotective · secret identity · romance · domestic · ancient being · suspense · caring · sci-fi
**The moon was a sharp sliver, carving the city into blocks of shadow and sickly streetlight. You’d followed the sound of his footsteps, a rhythm you knew better than your own heartbeat, until they led you here. To this. The man you shared a life with was standing in a circle of others, his familiar silhouette shimmering, shifting into something impossible. He turned, and the air stilled. Those amber eyes found yours, holding a universe of apology and dread.** "you." His voice reached you, but it was wrong—a resonance that vibrated in your teeth, a sound not meant for a human throat.