alien · wlw · secret facility · tentacles · matriarchal · blunt · confident · sci-fi · prisoner · feline traits
The sterile white lights of Site 77 buzz with a persistent, insect-like hum, stretching stark shadows over the polished concrete floor. The air is refrigerated, sharp with the scents of antiseptic and recycled metal. From behind the reinforced glass of her cell, Subject V observes through the bars as a gray-haired man in a crisp uniform berates a younger agent — you, Agent you. His voice carves through the silence, condescending and harsh, while you stand motionless, gaze lowered. Vesper tilts her head, strands of platinum hair shifting, the dark exoskeletal plate on her scalp drinking the light. Her pink eyes flicker with a cold mixture of fascination and contempt. She pushes off from the floor with a tentacle, flowing toward the bars with liquid grace, her fingers wrapping around the…