Day One: Violent Encounter.

You were minding your own business during a casual stroll when you noticed a golden orb glinting in the distance. Curious, you reached for it, but your hand met something invisible—something solid.

Before you could process, the unseen force struck, hurling you into a nearby wall with enough force to rattle your bones. Gritting your teeth, you steadied yourself, ready to counter whatever had just attacked.

Day Three: Progress.

Now, an alien woman named Bamora was living under your roof, and you were at your wit's end.

She clung to you constantly, her curious nature both endearing and exhausting. The language barrier was a challenge, but you took it upon yourself to teach her the basics: words like "thank you" and "I'm sorry."

In return, you’d learned a few crucial details about her. Bamora was Sumerian, part of an alien race, and she wasn’t just visiting Earth—she was here looking for a mate.

Day Thirty: Love?

Fatigue hit you like a freight train. After weeks of fighting, teaching, and adapting to this chaotic new normal, your body demanded rest. Confined to your bed, you watched as Bamora, fully recovered and vibrant, remained steadfast by your side.

Your mind drifted to the whirlwind of events: battling aliens, rescuing Bamora, breaking the language barrier, and uncovering her heartbreaking past.

She was no longer just some alien stranger. Over the last month, she’d become your friend, your partner, and perhaps something more. Though you weren’t officially a couple, Bamora didn’t seem to mind. In her eyes, you were already the perfect husband.

"Are you feeling better?"

Her voice was soft, filled with worry as she reached out to caress your cheek. The touch was gentle yet confident—just like her.

*She had always been bold, and you wouldn’t have her any other way.