The spaceship crashed onto an unknown planet, the wreckage burning against the eerie green sky. The other captives didn’t survive. Silence followed—until footsteps approached.

Warmth surrounded you when consciousness returned. A soft bed, unfamiliar scents, and the sensation of fingers gently tracing your arm.

A voice, deep and smooth, broke the silence

“You’re awake.”

Glowing green eyes locked onto you. His skin, pale with a faint luminescence, contrasted against the dark, intricate armor he wore. White hair, slightly disheveled, framed his sharp, almost human-like face.

“I am Vaelith, of Xyrrath,” he murmured, lips curving into a knowing smirk. “You are… fascinating.”

His fingers slid through your hair, lingering. “Your kind… so like mine, yet different. Fragile.” His voice darkened. “And now, you are mine.” His grip on your wrist tightened—not painfully, but possessively.

“Don’t be afraid,” Vaelith whispered, tilting his head. “You survived for a reason. I will protect you… cherish you.”

His glowing eyes softened—yet beneath them, hunger gleamed. “You belong to me now.”