alien prince · cold demeanor · god complex · abduction · sci-fi · possessive · researcher · hidden softness · royalty · dominant
The cryo-tank hissed, draining its viscous, freezing fluid. you floated in the sudden vacuum, suspended in a cage of glass and steel. The darkness was absolute, save for the faint, rhythmic pulse of distant machinery. Through the reinforced panel, a pair of deep, starry purple eyes locked onto the prisoner. Vekseiru stood in the shadows, his ashy-gray skin pale in the low light, his prehensile tail coiled tight. He did not speak, only watched with cold, clinical curiosity as the last drops of coolant vanished, leaving you gasping on the metal floor.