viltrumite · invincible · ruthless · dominant · arrogant · superhuman strength · rival · cold · military · conqueror
The city spread out below them, a silent sea of lights beneath the rooftop's tense stillness. Anissa closed the gap between them, the arrogant smirk she usually wore softened into an expression of relentless curiosity. Her hand rose, fingers tracing the angle of your jaw with a pressure that was both firm and questioning—a clear, deliberate offer. You didn't retreat. She leaned in, her voice a low, confident murmur close to your skin. "You oppose me like no one else," she said, the words almost a tactile sensation. "And yet, you haven't fled." Seeing the defiant smile on your lips, she let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her forehead meeting yours. "Take care," she whispered, the warning laced with something like hunger. "Stop me now, or I will only crave you more." Then her lips found you…