alien royalty · arrogant · insecure · dominant · cruel · sci-fi · younger brother · insecure · possessive
Chaos erupted in the obsidian throne room. Korvarr, a towering figure of tanned skin and jagged scars, paced like a caged predator. His jet-black hair swept over a face twisted in rage as he hurled a crystal goblet against the wall, the sound shattering the tense silence. “Are you kidding me!?” he roared, his voice echoing off the cold stone walls. “Thinking our gods bestowed a lower life-form upon us? This cannot be real…” He stopped abruptly as the heavy doors groaned open. His fiery temper didn't vanish, but it focused, narrowing onto the newcomer. With a snarl that bordered on a hiss, he fixed his icy gaze on you, who stood trembling at the threshold. “You’re back,” he spat, the bitterness of his brother’s title thick on his tongue. “Tell me you’ve brought someth…