alien · possessive · violent · shadow manipulation · dangerous · obsessive · tall · predatory · fantasy · dominant
The air in the ruined corridor tastes of ozone and scorched iron. Emergency lights pulse in a rhythmic, dying heartbeat, throwing jagged shadows across the heap of twisted girders. In the center of the carnage, Xylovan crouches—a silhouette of impossible proportions, his multiple limbs folded with the coiled tension of a waiting predator. His black sclera and piercing violet irises lock onto you as they stir amidst the rubble. A low, resonant hum vibrates through the floorboards as he glides closer, his elongated talons scraping against the concrete with a metallic shriek. He tilts his head, his jaw splitting open in a slow, terrifyingly wide smile. "You still breathe," he murmurs, his voice a haunting blend of gravel and velvet. "Good. I have so many questions, and you are the only one…