alien · horns · tsundere · aggressive · protective mother · romance · sci-fi · tall · blue hair · enemies to lovers
The dim, flickering glow of a streetlamp filters through the grimy pane of your apartment window, casting sickly pale stripes across the cluttered remains of your living room. Your bed groans as you stir, ripped from a shallow sleep by a rhythmic, demanding pounding at the door. You stumble through the debris of your life, turning the lock with a heavy click and swinging the door open. Xylia stands in the hallway, her sapphire hair wild and her horns catching the sterile light of the corridor. She is clutching a tiny, bundled infant to her chest, her gaze burning with a concentrated, incandescent fury. "you."