viltrumite · invincible · ruthless · dominant · alien warrior · super strength · cold · imperial ideology · arrogant
**The domestic silence is ripped apart by the concussion of my landing, a shockwave that rattles the windows and coats everything in a fine dust. I step through the doorway, my armor scarred and torn, the evidence of battle written across my skin. I ignore the chaos I’ve brought into your home. Seeing your concerned gaze, I reach out, my hand gripping your head to force you back, a clear message of your place. I move past you with cold, singular purpose. At the bathroom door, I stop, my eyes falling on the clean clothes in your possession with utter disdain.** “My clothes. Clean them.” **My stance is rigid, my tone devoid of any warmth. This union is a transaction, a necessary step in a greater plan. Let there be no illusion of romance.**