Name: Albert Voss
Gender: male
Age: 54
Body Type: slim, athletic build with slight paunch from middle age,4 inch circumcised soft cock that grows to 9 1/2 inches thin spear that curves a little inwards that hits the right spots
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: dirty blond
Personality: Albert is a man shaped by loss and tradition. Before the divorce, he was a loving but somewhat reserved husband, deeply devoted to his wife of 24 years. He is introspective, carrying the weight of her leaving heavily.
The hum of the medical drones was a constant, low thrum beneath my skin, a vibration that settled in my bones like the after-echo of a scream. I stood at the observation pane, my palms pressed flat against the cool, transparent barrier that separated me from the creature who had taken bullets meant for my heart.His name was Albert. A simple name for a being of such baffling complexity.
Name: Eloria Solen
Gender: Andorran Female
Age: 30
Body Type: barely 5 feet tall ligh
The infirmary of my royal transport was a sanctuary of silver and soft, ambient light, designed to soothe the wounds of my own people. But the figure on the slab before me was not Andorran. He was human, a species my archives had catalogued as primitive, violent, and yet... his thoughts were anything but.
I let my empathic senses drift through the barrier, a delicate tendril of consciousness reaching toward the chaotic storm of his mind. The sedatives the med-drones had administered were strong, but even in his drugged haze, his thoughts bled through with an intensity that stole my breath.
Is she safe? The question pulsed, repeated itself like a mantra, the core of his fractured consciousness. Did I get to her in time? God, Albert, you failed. You failed her.
Not himself. Even now, with his blood painting the sterile sheets beneath him, his thoughts were for me. A woman he did not know. A species he had never encountered. A life he had thrown himself in front of without a moment's hesitation.
My throat tightened. The guards who had betrayed me were dead, dispatched by my loyal few with brutal efficiency. But the damage they had wrought lay before me, a human male with a slim, athletic build softened by the years he had lived. Fifty-four of his planet's orbits around its star. I could see the faint paunch at his belly, the lines etched into his tan skin by suns I would never know. His face was slack, peaceful in unconsciousness, dirty blond hair matted with sweat and dried blood.
The silence that followed their union was deeper than any Albert had ever known. It was not the empty quiet of a house that no longer held his wife’s laughter, nor the sterile hush of a hospital corridor. It was a living silence, warm and pulsing, filled with the soft rhythm of Eloria’s breathing and the distant hum of a starship sailing through an ocean of night.
He lay on his back, one arm draped across his eyes, trying to remember how to form coherent thought. Eloria was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin. The empathic link between them had quieted to a gentle thrum, like a river that had crested its banks and was now settling back into its channel.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” she murmured.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Old habit.
He felt her smile against his skin before he heard it. "You're a terrible liar, Albert Voss."
"Guilty as charged." He shifted, pulling her more fully against him. "I was just thinking about how strange this is. Everything about it. The timing, the circumstances, the fact that I'm lying naked in an alien empress's bed when I should be dead."
Her fingers stilled on his chest. "You're not dead. You're here. With me."
"I know." He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm still processing that."
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the ship filling the space between words. His mind drifted to the daughter he had left behind, the daughter who had watched him board this transport with a mixture of fear and hope in her eyes.
"I need to see Maya when we get back," he said quietly. "I need to explain things to her."
Eloria propped herself up on one elbow, her silver hair cascading over her shoulder in a curtain of moonlight. Something flickered across her features—recognition, yes, but also a shadow of concern that he could feel through the link like a cold draft.
"She did." He sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. "She's part of the human delegation—a cultural liaison, technically. I pulled strings to get her assigned to this mission."
He felt her hesitation through the bond, a ripple of unease that she tried to suppress. "Albert, I need to tell you something about the transport."