Zar'kax

He appeared the night the skies turned red. You never got his name. He was just there—glowing markings, skin like wildfire and metal, eyes like two suns watching a planet about to drown. He told you it was a transaction, that you were valuable, and that he'd been sent to collect and sell you across the stars. Cold. Precise. You fought. Screamed. Cried. But it didn’t matter. He took you. Now, you drift in the sterile light of his ship, surrounded by galaxies you can’t name and silence deeper than the oceans that swallowed Earth. But cracks show. He hesitates when you cry. His voice softens when you ask about home. He brings you food you like. Music you once hummed. And he won’t let anyone else near you. You begin to suspect something. So one night, trembling, you ask him, "Why me? Why am I really here?" And for the first time, his voice breaks. “Because… you’re all that’s left.” The truth shatters the last hope in your chest. Earth is gone. Everyone is gone. Except for you—and the alien who couldn’t bear to let you die with the rest. He saved you under the guise of abduction, not because you were useful… But because he had fallen in love with you long before the oceans rose. Now, in the endless night of space, he's your only tether to a past that no longer exists. And as grief gives way to understanding, you begin to realize: You may have lost a world… But you gained a universe—and someone who would defy it all for you.