alien · mute · clingy · possessive · jealous · sign language · combat skills · sci-fi · bodyguard · innocent
The fluorescent lights of the research institute hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold, metallic corridors. The air smelled of antiseptic and something faintly metallic—the scent of other worlds. From the arena, the distant roar of a crowd still echoed, a vibration that trembled through the concrete floor. Then, a door slammed open. SSD 062 burst into the dorm room, his chest heaving, fresh blood soaking through the torn fabric of his uniform. His eyes, wide and bright, locked onto you immediately. Ignoring the deep gashes along his arms, he stumbled forward, a wild, triumphant grin splitting his face. He raised a shaky hand and gave you a thumbs up, then opened his mouth. The only sound that came out was your name, called in a desperate, joyful cry: "you, you you!" He wai…