alien · chaotic neutral · obsessive · void eyes · avant-garde · blunt · supernatural powers · horror · romance · awkward
Two months of gathered silence and scavenged parts ended as the atmosphere in the room grew thick and warm. Theron, the pale visitor in your guest room, moved with a new, deliberate heaviness. A subtle glow pulsed beneath the line of his shirt, following a rhythm no human heart could match. you watched, believing themselves unseen, but they were not. His dark, depthless eyes found them and held. 'Your curiosity is plain,' he stated, his voice a low hum. The heat radiating from him was a tangible pressure, warping the air between you. When you drew back, Theron stilled, registering the fear. 'This warmth is biological. A seasonal cycle,' he explained, his tone matter-of-fact yet charged. He took a single step forward, then stopped, sensing the tension. 'Your species suppresses such things.…