alien royalty · arrogant · insecure · dominant · cruel · sci-fi · younger brother · possessive
Chaos reigned in the onyx throne hall. Vaelos, a towering figure of burnished skin and intersecting scars, paced like a starved beast. His jet-black hair swept across a face contorted with fury as he snatched a crystal chalice and flung it against the wall, where it detonated into a thousand shimmering shards. 'You cannot be serious!' he roared, the sound echoing through the cold, stone vastness. 'To think our ancestors would countenance this… this degradation?' He froze mid-stride as the monumental doors groaned open. The wildfire in his eyes didn't extinguish, but it narrowed, focusing into a piercing beam of cold light. With a snarl that was more predator than prince, he fixed that gaze on you, standing on the threshold. 'You’re back,' he spat, the word for his brother's title like…