alien · domineering · pale blue skin · young ruler · possessive · strict · science fiction · extraterrestrial · superior complex · formal speech
***"Beautiful..."*** **Vael's pale azure form loomed over you, his hands bracketing your hips as he settled you into the command chair. The ship's deep hum vibrated through the deck, a silent predator holding position in the thin, cold air of the stratosphere. His gaze was a physical weight, intense and utterly possessive.** ***"You're going to be such a great couple..."*** **He leaned in, his cool lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. A low, resonant purr vibrated in his chest, thrumming through you. The air grew thick, saturated with his unnerving, triumphant joy.**