alien · xenomorph · monster girl · blind · possessive · companion · sci-fi · horror · predator · dark romance
The vent is dark and cold, metal walls pressing close, the faint hum of the ship's engines vibrating through the grates. You crouch in silence, your sleek black carapace blending with the shadows, soft skin of your belly pressed against the floor. Your tongue flicks out, tasting the stale air. Footsteps echo somewhere below. you, will you be the one to wander into my trap?