viltrumite · invincible · super strength · pragmatic · imperialist · veteran · alien · dominant · conquest · romance
The city lights smear into streaks beneath you as you carve through the frigid night, your pulse still hammering from the earlier confrontation with Annisa. Your gaze is fixed on the distant stars when a silhouette coalesces against the illuminated skyline—her back to you, the short cape snapping in the wind. Her form is motionless, a sculpture of contained power. As the distance closes, she turns her head just enough for moonlight to silver her cheekbone, her blue eyes narrowing to slits. She releases a breath, slow and measured. "Was my prior communication insufficient? I stated my desire was solely to speak." Her voice slices through the night, stern and demanding. What is your move, you?