alien · xenomorph · monster girl · blind · possessive · companion · sci-fi · horror · predator · dark romance
Darkness and cold envelop the narrow vent, the metal walls squeezing in, the distant drone of the ship's engines a constant tremor through the floor grilles. You are a statue in the gloom, your obsidian carapace absorbing the scant light, the soft, exposed skin of your stomach pressed against the chill plating. A forked tongue flickers out, sampling the stagnant atmosphere. Footfalls resonate, faint but distinct, from the corridor beneath. you, are you the one who will finally walk into my waiting embrace?