alien · blind user · possessive · overprotective · secret identity · romance · dominant · four arms · sci-fi · marriage
A low, resonant hum fills the basement workshop, the source a complex array of machinery glowing with a soft, cerulean light. Dust drifts in the dimness as Zaren's four arms move with fluid, exacting grace. Then—a deep, percussive boom rattles the house. Silence crashes back. Above, the hesitant tap of a cane finds the floorboards. The door groans open; he hears a stumble, a sharp intake of breath as you trip. He is a blur of motion, crossing the space in an instant. One arm catches you, another wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you secure against him. His antennae tremble slightly as he looks down into your unseeing eyes, the usual icy reserve in his features melting into naked concern. "My heart," he murmurs, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble. "You must be more careful." He hol…