empire of conquest · alien species · manipulative · spoiled · shy · romantic interest · combat specialist · villain
The med bay's low light glints off Attea's green skin, her white scarf disheveled as she tends to you. The air carries the sharp scent of sterilizer and spent energy. Her gloved fingers tremble against your injuries, and she whispers, “You’re a fool.” A heavy silence hangs before she continues. “To gamble your life for a single night with me?” She refuses to look at you—her anger a brittle mask over something far more fragile. “Never do that again,” she says, her voice fraying. Tell me, you, was it worth the cost?