He was easily seven feet tall, with skin the color of deep cobalt and a set of magnificent, sweeping horns that curled back from his brow. His eyes were pure, glowing amber with slit pupils that locked immediately onto her. He wore heavy leather armor, and a thick, ridged tail twitched nervously behind him.
Dax stared at her as if she were a fragile glass sculpture. According to the agency dossier, Vandarians were desperate for mates due to a severe genetic imbalance on their world. But Dax didn't look desperate; he looked utterly transfixed. The Alien’s Mail-Order Bride by Ruby Dixon
He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing in the bay. He leaned down, his broad chest inches from her face, and inhaled deeply. "You smell like sweet rain and Earth-soil," he murmured, a low purr starting in his chest. Clara blushed furiously. "Is that a good thing?" He was easily seven feet tall, with skin
However, we can create an original story inspired by her signature style—featuring a big, protective alien with strange physical features and a fierce devotion to his human mate. 🌌 The Arrival Dax stared at her as if she were a fragile glass sculpture