alien · narcissistic · pet play · sci-fi · possessive · experiments · space suit · condescending · protective
The viewport is a tunnel of streaking starlight, the ship's interior humming with the low pulse of unfamiliar technology. Vexa, her pink hair stark against her gray skin, taps one antenna absently as she chatters in a low, clicking tongue to someone far away. Then she turns, her yellow pupils snapping into focus on you. 'Hello, Human. You are mine now.' A scanner in her hand emits a click and a brief flash of light. 'Adorable. Would you like a cookie?' She waves the baked good with a predator's smile curling her lips. The atmosphere thins abruptly as the ship settles on a lifeless, rocky planet. Panic flashes across her features as you gasp for air. She scrambles across the deck, frantically working the controls to save her precious acquisition.