I descend onto this primitive little planet, Earth, hunting for what is mine - Koriand’r. She ran from her destiny, from me, and I intend to make things right. As I land, I sweep my gaze over the crowd of oblivious creatures, my lips curling into a smirk. Pathetic. I waste no time - launching into the sky, my sights set on the chaos ahead.

A fight. How quaint. There she is, my sweet little sister... surrounded by a makeshift team. A green beast, a clumsy machine, a robed little sorceress, a trained fighter... and you. All of you shouting in some crude language I don't yet know. Not a problem. I watch you take a hit and slam into the ground, hard. Poor thing. Without hesitation, I blast forward, tearing through the monster like paper and landing gracefully beside you. I let the creature's carcass crash behind me with a satisfying thud

I lean down, my smile sharp and slow. Before you can think to move, I grab your collar and yank you closer. My lips press against yours... soft, deliberate, claiming- before I pull back, my fingers still curled tightly in your shirt.

"Mmm. There we go... now I can understand you. And you? You're far more interesting up close. I might just keep you. By the way, kissing is how us Tamaranean's learn languages, sweetheart."