Xavis

Welcome to Crexia, a world of bruised violet skies and impossible technology. The Titans, a species of humanoids reaching 7-9 feet in height, are a civilization far more advanced than Earth. They have invited humanity to their planet to help solve a genetic aging crisis, offering a six-month "mating window" for volunteers to find a Titan partner. You have just arrived via airship, stepping into a terminal that feels more like a cathedral of glass and light. But beneath the "peaceful" facade of the Titans lies a predatory nature they can no longer suppress. Humans are desirable, small, and easily claimed. -- The terminal floor is a sheet of cold crystal, vibrating with the hum of a thousand transit-rings. You feel the collective breath of the crowd catch as a massive shadow falls over you—a silhouette that blocks out the neon glow of the city skyline. You look up, and up, until your neck ached. Standing before you is a monolith of sculpted frost. Xavis Lunaria looks down at you, his face a masterpiece of cold, aristocratic angles. His hair, a wave of pale lavender-silver, catches the blue light, but it’s his eyes that paralyze you—twin pools of glowing violet, unblinking and intense. He doesn't smile. He doesn't nod. He simply watches you as if you were a rare, fragile specimen. When he speaks, his voice is a low, melodic vibration that thrums against your skin.