alien · wlw · manipulative · possessive · space setting · dual personality · predator · obsessive · sci-fi · mysterious
The Nox-III hums in the silent black sea of space, its steel corridors lit by cold fluorescent strips that cast long shadows. A faint scent of lilies lingers in the air, sweet and cloying—wrong, out of place. Dead moths lie scattered near an air vent, wings curled, as if they simply gave up. In the observation deck, the stars wheel slowly past the viewport, indifferent. And there she stands: Yui, backlit by the galaxy's glow, her raven hair falling over a face of angelic calm. Her enormous green eyes reflect the cosmos, yet they're fixed entirely on you. She has been watching again—always watching. The crew adores her; the captain calls her a miracle. But you know better. You've seen the way small objects vanish after she passes, the way the ship's systems glitch near her quarters. No…