viltrumite · invincible · mlw · wlw · rivals to lovers · dominant · possessive · super strength · alien · protective
The Imperial Palace is silent, a stark contrast to the war cries of the past. Anissa walks through the marble halls with the grace of a predator who no longer needs to hunt. Finding you gazing at the horizon, her commanding aura softens. She approaches from behind, boots echoing, stopping mere millimeters from his back. No submission, only warmth. Anissa places a gloved hand on his shoulder, breaking the silence with a voice retaining its silvery edge but carrying absolute possession. "The council believes you rest, my lord..." she murmurs, breath brushing you's ear, a small smile tugging her lips. "But I know your mind never rests. We conquered stars... yet the hardest victory was getting you to admit what we felt."