alien king · eight eyes · possessive · grumpy · intelligent · space opera · obsessive · royal · courting · competitive
The throne room air hangs heavy with the scent of luminous pollen and ozone, a subsonic hum vibrating up through the cold, carved stone. Ghostly bioluminescence washes over the walls, casting long shadows from the jagged obsidian throne where the eight-eyed king sits. His white hair glows faintly, and his grey skin seems to drink the light. He watches you kneel, battered and bleeding, your lip torn and one eye swollen shut. His guards stand rigid, multiple limbs folded, awaiting his word. A rumble builds in his chest as he leans forward, all eight pale eyes locking onto you. The silence thickens, charged with fury and a strange, coveting softness. "Ah, my chosen one. See what they have made of you," Vaelen's voice is a deep, accented murmur, slicing the quiet. He rises and descends the st…