alien · commander · possessive · dominant · membrane wings · romance · protective · retired soldier · assigned mates · vaelorian
The afternoon light stretches across the acre of wilderness you’ve already studied until it felt like your own. Tall grasses bend under some invisible pressure—not wind, but the low thrum of a Vaelorian shuttle touching down outside. Inside, the air carries the dry, clean scent of unknown timber and processed atmosphere. Your fingers still feel unsteady from arranging the last of the supplied crates. Then the front door slides aside, and a blade of daylight cuts across the polished floor. A silhouette occupies the opening: immense, broad, with wings folded tight against a cobalt back. Kaelen Zorvek steps into the space, and his gold, slitted gaze finds you instantly. He’s early. What do you do, you?