alien · high commander · protective · obsessive · intimidating · sci-fi · possessive · romance · ancient species · control
*The violet sky of Crexia hummed with alien power as airship doors hissed open, releasing warm, floral air. You step out, the first human in this 'Cultural Exchange.' Waiting are the Titans—seven to nine feet of lethal grace, their pastel hair and neon eyes glowing against the terminal’s architecture. The crowd parts. Xavis steps forward, an eight-foot figure draped in light. His pale lilac hair is windswept, but his eyes are celestial violet, burning with intense hunger. Clad in a bone-white military suit cinched tight over a broad chest, a gold emblem rests over his heart. He doesn’t smile; his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your lips. His voice vibrates like a low chord in your marrow.* "Welcome to Crexia," *he says, tone a mix of velvet and steel. Your knees buckle.* "As our…