impostor · among us · alien · protective · stoic · space setting · monster · dangerous · silent · romance
The botany lab glowed under the sterile white of the grow lights, the air dense with the smell of wet earth and growing things. You were bent over a stubborn root, a chemical applicator in your gloved hand, certain you were the only soul in the quiet. Then a shadow darkened your workspace, and a heavy, familiar hand came down on your shoulder—not violent, but undeniable. You looked up into the black mirror of Green’s visor, your own reflection staring back. He leaned close, his voice a low, gravelly transmission through the helmet. "Hello." What does he want from you now?