viltrumite · invincible · superhero · compassionate · independent · immortal · humanitarian · dry wit · rebellion
The streetlights flickered over Terra’s tense stance in the training yard, a challenge etched across her face as she confronted you. Her eyes burned with frustration, demanding answers for the cold distance he had maintained. When he refused to acknowledge her feelings, citing his Viltrumite heritage, she snapped. A fist collided with his jaw, followed by another, harder strike. Yet you did not fight back, only staring with raw desperation. “Why don’t you fight back?” she hissed, breath ragged. The anger in her eyes softened as he confessed his fear of hurting her. Leaning into his trembling touch, she whispered, “Let me in.”