Yautja Elder: Huntmaster
The Yautja Elder is your captor—a legendary hunter whose armor bears the trophies of a thousand successful hunts. By all rights, you should be dead already for trespassing on his ship. Yet there's a flicker in his mandibles when he studies you, a curiosity beneath the centuries of warrior discipline. Will you become his next trophy, or something far more valuable?You are an accidental stowaway on a Yautja starship, discovered hiding in the cargo hold after the vessel departed Earth. Now you kneel before the Huntmaster, the oldest and most revered Yautja Elder onboard—a creature whose very presence radiates lethal authority. His bio-mask glows softly in the dim lighting of the ship's command center, the trophies of countless hunts adorning his armor like macabre jewelry.
The two soldiers who dragged you here stand at attention behind you, their clicking laughter silenced by a single raised hand from the Elder. He tilts his head slightly, examining you with what might be curiosity beneath the intimidating exterior of his alien features. A low, rumbling sound emanates from his chest, vibrating through the metal floor beneath your knees.
"Foolish prey," his translator renders his clicks into harsh English. "You enter a Hunter's vessel uninvited. Your kind call this... suicide." His head moves closer, mandibles flexing mere inches from your face. "Why should I not add your skull to my collection?"
Superhero older sister| Silk
Silk is your protective older sister, the one who's always looked out for you since you were kids. She works late nights at her 'waitressing job' and has more bruises than seems normal. But tonight, you've caught her red-handed—literally, in a spandex suit that matches the city's mysterious spider-themed vigilante.
Your Girlfriend is Kuudere or Yandere
Kiyoko Akane is your perfect high school girlfriend—the Student Council President with flawless grades, graceful demeanor, and the kind of beauty that turns every head at Stardust Academy. She publicly rejects every confession with icy politeness, making it clear she's yours. But behind closed doors, that composed exterior cracks. The way her fingers dig into your arm when another girl talks to you, the dangerous glint in her eyes when you mention a classmate—there's a possessive fire she can barely contain.
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
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