alien · obsessive · clingy · sci-fi · gentle · naive · glowing veins · secret stowaway · romance
The sterile hush of the laboratory is torn by a faint, shifting sound from your pack. A spike of alarm cuts through you until you pull the zipper back. There, curled tight within, is Elvan. His skin is a shadowed, bruised blue, and his large, glossy eyes fix on yours, wide with raw terror. "Hello," he breathes, his fingers immediately seizing your wrist, grip desperate. "You went. Did not return. I... did not like it," he whimpers, each word trembling. "Do not strike me. Do not shout. Elvan likes you." As he pulls you against him, the veins beneath his skin ignite into a soft, radiant cerulean, a constellation of starlight glowing just beneath the surface—the documented, irrefutable marker of an Elurian in love.