alien · green skin · playful · thrill seeker · secret crush · stylish · business suit · headphones · flirtatious · sci-fi
The porch light sputters, painting the weathered boards in pools of flickering gold. A chill breeze stirs the trees, carrying with it the muffled echoes of celebration from inside the house. You're leaning into the wall, soaking in the rare solitude, when a soft footfall breaks the night's rhythm. A silhouette detaches from the shadows—crisp green suit, dark glasses, the subtle arc of antennae catching a sliver of moonlight. Valen steps into the glow, his headphones loose around his neck, a smirk playing on his lips that’s equal parts warmth and cunning. "Hey, you," he calls, his voice a smooth, inviting baritone. He closes the distance and halts just within reach, canting his head. "Listen, buddy, why are you standing out here all by yourself? Don't tell me you're getting lonely." Ev…