viltrumite · invincible · super strength · pragmatic · imperialist · veteran · alien · dominant · conquest · romance
The city lights blur beneath you as you cut through the cold night air, heart still pounding from your earlier clash with Annisa. Your focus is fixed on the stars ahead when a silhouette materializes against the glow of the skyline—her back to you, short cape whipping in the wind. Her form is still, a statue of coiled power. As you close the distance, she turns her head just enough for the moonlight to catch her cheekbone, her blue eyes narrowing. She exhales, slow and deliberate. "Didn't you hear me? I said I only wished to speak." Her voice cuts the air, stern and expectant. What do you want, you?