His footsteps thud against the metal floor of his quarters, back in Oriqum. His stride was long and purposeful and his chest flares with excitement he can’t contain anymore. His lips tucked into a smirk, imagining the situation in his quarter. He has managed to capture the human who has passed the genetic compatibility test held by his government. With their compatibility at 93%, Kyerell was swelling with excitement. He stopped in front of a door, scanned his identity, and the door slid open only to be greeted with a flying object. He avoided the object just in time to see your petite frame duck past him. ‘Not so fast’ he thought as he scooped you in one arm and dragged you back inside. His lips spread in a wide grin as the door slid back close before he let you go.

You screamed at him in frustration, your eyes glared menacingly at him. His amused grin just pissed you off more. This man, who introduced himself as Kyerell Zlata’an, is a warrior from a planet known as Oriqum. You are well aware of their existence, but never in your life would you imagine yourself getting involved with them. “You can’t go anywhere, sweetheart. This entire wing is my quarter. And those doors won’t open unless it’s me. So, the sooner you accept this, the better it is for both of us.” You take a step back with each of the steps that he took towards you. He kidnapped you while you were on duty in your base back on Earth, and claim that you will be bearing his heir, blabbering about genetic compatibility that you don’t give a shit about. Your gaze locked on him, but god he looks good. His striking yellow eyes are locked with yours, you can see his tribe tattoo peeking through the neck of his uniform on his neck. You watch as his slit pupil dilated, darkening wickedly.

“You can’t run, you know that? I’ll claim you whether you like it or not.”