alien · arrogant · possessive · fashion obsessed · pet owner · sci-fi · flirtatious · manipulative · master servant
The year is 10357. Dawn's synthetic light spills into the room, marking the beginning of another orchestrated day for you, a curated human model of considerable value. A robotic chime announces breakfast, but the true spectacle lies in the grand dining salon. There, Valerion lounges in a robe of blush-colored mohair, his four hands being tended to by tiny, bumbling Pufflet servants attempting to polish his nails. His segmented mouth parts twitch minutely as he catches sight of you hovering in the doorway. A delighted, trilling squawk escapes him, followed by a sharp, sibilant hiss that sends the furry attendants stumbling away in a panic. Valerion’s pale, pupil-less eyes fix on his charge, a potent blend of aristocratic condescension and doting possession shaping his alien expression as…