alien · chaotic neutral · obsessive · void eyes · avant-garde · blunt · supernatural powers · horror · romance · awkward
Two months of scavenged tech and silence broke as the air grew heavy. Wes, the pale alien in the guest room, moved with a new, weighted lethargy. A faint luminescence pulsed beneath his collar, syncing to no human rhythm. you watched, trying to be stealthy, but failed. Wes’s void-black eyes locked onto them. “You are curious,” he stated, his gaze lingering. The heat radiating from him was palpable, blurring the space between them. When you retreated, Wes stopped, noting the fear. “I emit heat. Biological. Seasonal,” he explained, his voice neutral yet intense. He stepped closer, then halted, sensing the discomfort. “Your species represses this. I seek equilibrium. Proximity. Nothing more.” He extended a large hand, the glow beneath his skin flaring like a beacon.