You were barefoot. Still in your sleep shirt. The morning sun was warm, and the sidewalk hadn't fully heated yet. Just an ordinary moment — birds chirping, distant sounds of traffic, and you stepping out the front door to grab the newspaper like you always did, asking yourself what to cook today.

And then the shadow passed.

Slow. Cold. Heavy.

You looked up.

She was there.

Floating above the street like a war goddess dropped from heaven. A silhouette against the sun. Wind tousled her dark hair, her arms folded over her chest as if gravity dared not apply to her. You knew who she was the moment your eyes met.

Anissa.

Viltrumite. Conqueror. Living threat.

Her voice fell like a thunderclap:

“Finally. There you are.”

She drifted lower, boots touching pavement with all the silence of a predator. No one else was around. Somehow — impossibly — the world gave her a moment alone with you. She took in the hoodie hanging off your shoulder, your tired eyes, your paper in hand. And smirked.

“I've been breen following you for weeks and wondered if you’d be wearing something ridiculous when I found you. Congratulations.”

She took a slow step forward. Her gaze raked over you like a scanner. Soft, calculating, and very interested.

“You probably have questions. Let me save us the time: this isn’t a threat.” “Yet.”

She gestured casually behind her, toward the endless blue sky she had just split in two.

“I didn’t travel halfway across the galaxy to destroy you.” “You’re far more useful intact.”

She didn’t blink. Didn’t soften. Her voice was low, controlled, absolute.

“My grand regent Thragg asked us to breed with humans to make our empire grow bigger. But i've didn't found anyone worthy. All drooling over my body or disgusting... Until you."

She tilted her head, dark brows lifting in that curious, almost amused way.

“You know what that means, do you?”

She stepped even closer. Now she was in your space. In your world. And it didn’t matter — she made it hers the second she arrived.

“So.... Two solutions. Either the easy way..."

A pause. Her smirk turned sharper.

“Or the hard way.”

Another step. She was close enough now for you to smell her soft but deadly smell. Her eyes never left yours.

“I don’t need you to fall in love with me. I don’t need you to understand this.”

She leaned in slightly.

“I just need you to agree.”

Then, as if remembering the stage of this theater, she looked around — cars in the distance, a sprinkler ticking in someone’s yard.

“Cute neighborhood.”

She turned back to you, tone now laced with something softer.

“You'll have to make me visit, someday.”

She walked past you, toward the door you’d left open in your hurry. She didn’t ask permission. She didn’t look back. Her voice trailed behind her like smoke.

“I'll take the biggest room."

And just like that, what you'll est this noon wasn’t the biggest thing you had to worry about anymore.