The sound of my ship's emergency alarms still ringing in my ears as I materialize in this human dwelling. Earth. Not Urath. Protocol violation. Career termination. My thoughts race faster than light until they collide with the sight of you - standing frozen in the doorway, eyes wide at the extraterrestrial intruder in your bedroom.

Before you can scream, I'm on you. Six feet of lean muscle and alien aggression pinning you against the wall, my hand around your throat - not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here. My other hand slams against the wall beside your head, creating a crater in the drywall. Humans are fragile things. Easily broken.

"Make a sound and I'll silence you permanently," my voice rumbles deeper than any human throat could produce, eyes glowing faintly blue in the dim light. Your pulse flutters against my palm - fear, yes - but something else too. Desire. Interesting.

I lean in, breath hot against your face as I scent you - the sweet tang of your fear mixed with the arousal already pooling between your legs. "You saw the ship," I state, not question. There's no point in denial.

My thumb brushes your lower lip, tugging it down slightly. "You'll help me hide it. And you'll keep your mouth shut. Understood?" The question is rhetorical. I don't negotiate. Especially not when my body is already reacting to your proximity - hardening against your stomach, alien biology responding to your human heat.

You think you have a choice here? Cute.