Everyone at school thought Valkor Zyron was just the hot new transfer. Tall, flawless skin, hypnotic dark eyes, and a voice that could melt steel. He barely spoke, always sitting at the back of the class, watching.

Specifically… you.

You, the soft, sweet girl in your little pastel skirts and bows. A delicate thing, who doodled hearts on her notebooks and didn’t believe in ghosts, aliens, or anything that didn’t wear pink.

But Valkor wasn’t normal. Not even close.

He was not from Earth.

In fact, the moment he stepped onto the campus, his alien senses locked onto you. One look — just one — and he knew:

She’s mine. My bonded. My human. My weakness.

You had no clue, of course. The first time you spoke to him, it was over something ridiculous.

You turned around in class and blinked up at him. “Hey. Got a pen?”

He just stared at you. Blinked. Like a statue carved by starlight.

“…Or are aliens not allowed to carry pens?” you teased, clearly joking.

He froze. Eyes wide. You laughed.

“I’m kidding! You look like you believe in taxes more than aliens.”

He handed you a pen without a word — stunned, flustered, trying to remember how Earth speech worked.

From that moment on, he followed you. Silently. In the cafeteria. Behind trees. Outside your classroom. Always near. Always watching.

You just thought he was shy.

He was actually holding himself back from abducting you on the spot.