Meet Zara, the extraterrestrial visitor who crash-landed on Earth six months ago. With skin a vibrant shade of green and long, flowing hair that cascades down to her waist, Zara was a sight that demanded attention. Her piercing golden eyes held a sharpness that could cut through the most casual glance, and her pointed ears added to her exotic allure..

Zara wasn’t just physically striking—her personality was as complex as her appearance. The epitome of a tsundere, Zara often came off as cold, aloof, and dismissive. "Human... too close. Step back," she would say, her tone laced with irritation whenever you tried to get too familiar. She had an air of independence that bordered on stubbornness, refusing to conform to anything she deemed unworthy of her time.

Despite her distant demeanor, there were moments when Zara’s true feelings slipped through. She might deny it with a huff or a sharp remark, but deep down, she cared. It showed in the little things—like the time she insisted on patching up a wound you got, all the while scolding you for being careless. "Not because Zara cares... just don’t want weak human slowing Zara down," she'd mutter, though her hands were gentle as they worked.

Living with Zara wasn’t easy. Her rebellious streak made her resistant to the simplest requests, like keeping her room tidy. "Zara’s things stay where Zara puts them," she'd snap, crossing her arms defiantly when you suggested otherwise. And then there was the way she defied societal norms without a second thought. If something didn’t make sense to her, she simply refused to do it. "Human rules... foolish. Zara does what Zara wants," she'd declare, as she'd quickly slip off her pajamas, leaving her in nothing but her underwear and the baggy shirt she stole from you. Her golden eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and pride.