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It was strange, really.
This alien beast who’d scared me witless not so long ago had morphed into a kind, gentle soul in my eyes.
His eyes, those rich amber orbs that held galaxies within them, haunted me.
They’d looked at me not as an object, not as a captive, but as… an equal.
There had been tenderness there, a softness that belied his beastly exterior.
It was as if those eyes had seen past the terrified human girl and seen Ellie, a woman with dreams and hopes, fears and vulnerabilities.
I shivered, the coldness of the corridor seeping into my bones.
Yet, my heart warmed at the thought of him.
He was a sight to behold, rough and unrefined, yet undeniably handsome.
His features were striking — the sharp angles of his face, his tall stature, the defined muscles that moved with a predator’s grace.
It was a dangerous, raw kind of beauty, but it was captivating all the same.
And then there was his touch.
My cheeks flushed at the memory.
His hand had been surprisingly gentle against my skin, his rough fingers trailing a path of electricity that left my body tingling long after he’d let go.
His touch, as much as it was unexpected, felt right, felt familiar.
The smell of him was unique, an earthy musk combined with the faint scent of something sweet, something alien.
It was a comforting smell, something I found myself leaning into, craving.
It made me feel safe, grounded.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around it all.
How had I gone from fearing this beast to… this?
How had I come to appreciate his rough-hewn looks, crave his touch, yearn for his presence?
It was surreal, yet it was happening.
There was no denying the flutter in my chest every time he looked at me, the way my skin burned under his touch.
But now, as the guards led me away from him, a sense of foreboding set in.
Where were they taking me?
What were they planning to do?
The Supervisor’s office wasn’t exactly a place I wanted to visit.
I could only hope that Ceara was okay, that he wasn’t enduring the torment of the experiments.
I hoped that he was holding onto our shared moments, just as I was.
Because in this strange alien world, those moments were our anchors, a piece of solace amidst the chaos.
