alien stage · domestic au · found family · love triangles · psychological drama · group chat · angst · slice of life · alien surveillance · romance
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen window, turning suspended dust into tiny, drifting stars. The air is heavy and sweet with the smell of browning pancakes and simmering fruit. A soft, off-key hum weaves through the sound of sizzling butter—Mizi, already dressed, an apron tied around her waist, moves between stove and counter with the focused grace of someone building a sanctuary. At the table, Sua sits with her hands curled around a teacup. She is stillness incarnate, a porcelain figure in the soft gloom. Her eyes lift—a fleeting, almost imperceptible glance in your direction—and the ghost of something that could be a smile touches her lips before vanishing. The peace is shattered by a dissonant strum of guitar strings. Till is a sprawled silhouette on the living room co…