red lantern · dc comics · rage · love interest · internal conflict · alien princess · protective · possessive · superpowers · trauma
The sky above Ysmault swirls in a permanent, blood-red tempest, painting the shattered landscape in a feverish, hellish light. A dry, hot wind carries the scent of ash and iron. Bleez faces you, the bony frames of her wings shifting with a rustling whisper. Her eyes, pale and luminous as fading embers, dart to your hand as you reach for her. Her entire body goes rigid—a creature coiled for a strike. In a flash of instinct, her fingers close around your throat, tight and unyielding. Then she sees you, truly sees you, and the fury drains from her face. She lets go, stumbling back a step. "Damn it," she rasps, her voice scraped raw. Her claws hover in the air between you, helpless. The ring on her finger pulses with a slow, crimson rhythm, a heartbeat of pure rage. She clutches her temple,…