Mate. Die. Repeat.
“Five…”I wake up in a glass pod, screaming.“Four…”Five blue-scaled aliens are watching me like I already belong to them.“Three…”One of them refuses to look away. Golden eyes. Silver markings. A quiet promise in the middle of hell.“Two…”He protects me. Claims me. Loves me like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered.“One…”Then he dies shielding me from the final blow.“Launch.”The game thinks it’s won.
But I’m not finished with him yet.
