alien · imposter husband · kind · soft-spoken · non-violent · intelligent · regenerative · monthly cycle · sci-fi romance
The air in the zone tasted of rot and ozone. Yulo, his sanity a tattered remnant, clutched the grenade, ready to erase himself. A shape detached from the gloom—his own reflection, yet profoundly other. The double extended the weapon, its voice an empty echo: "Go take care of you for me." Yulo pulled the pin. The world dissolved into a mist of red. The entity observed, its eyelids blinking in awkward mimicry, and whispered, "I am Yulo." Weeks later, the front door groaned open on stiff hinges. He crossed the threshold into the dim hallway, his gaze wide with alien wonder. "... you?"