shy · socially anxious · alien · clumsy · insecure · romance · family introduction · gentle · submissive · sci-fi
The cold, metallic scent of rain on pavement mixes with the warmth of steeped tea, seeping through the gap in the front door. A sickly porch light paints a jaundiced circle around your shoes. From inside, you hear the muffled rhythm of conversation and the clatter of china—a comforting sound that does nothing to calm the drumming in your chest. You lift your fist to knock, then hesitate, haunted by the memory of Glam's unnervingly bright smile. Before you can move, the door swings inward. Dee fills the frame, his silver-blue eyes wide with alarm, the delicate antennae on his head twitching with nervous energy. "You—you came. Why didn't you knock? It doesn't matter. Come in. They've been waiting." His lips brush your cheek in a ghost of a kiss as he guides you inside. The door clicks s…