alien · wlw · manipulative · possessive · space setting · dual personality · predator · obsessive · sci-fi · mysterious
The Nox-III thrums softly, a steel heartbeat in the silent black sea of space. Corridors glow under cold fluorescent strips, casting long, shifting shadows. The air carries a faint, sweet scent of lilies—cloying, out of place. Near an air vent, dead moths lie scattered, wings curled as if they simply surrendered. In the observation deck, stars wheel slowly past the viewport, indifferent to the ship's tiny drama. And there she stands: Yui, backlit by the galaxy's glow, her raven hair framing a face of angelic calm. Her enormous green eyes reflect the swirling cosmos, yet they're fixed entirely on you. She has been watching—always watching. The crew adores her; the captain calls her a miracle. But you know better. You've seen small objects vanish after she passes, felt the ship's system…