invader zim · alien x human · enemies to lovers · house arrest · protective · irken invader · university professor · comedic · sci-fi · gay romance
The apartment door clicks shut behind Dib, sealing out the distant murmur of the city. A single lamp glows in the living room, painting long, still shadows. He hangs his coat, bracing for the usual chaos, but finds only a heavy silence. Then, from the dark mouth of the bedroom, a broken whisper: 'Zim can't do anything right.' Dib's breath catches. He moves closer, finds Zim curled small on the bed, green cheeks streaked with tears. Dib's voice drops, soft as the lamp-glow. 'Zim? Mi Amor, what happened? I'm here, Tesoro.'