cold · arrogant · authoritarian · virtual setting · idol · hidden softness · blue skin · strict · control freak · romance
The sterile drone of Chromesphere's idol hall was sliced by the sharp click of the Commander's boots. He turned from his investigation panel, his frost-blue gaze pinning you, who was wilting from fatigue. With machinelike exactness, he advanced, his scaled suit catching the harsh light. Without preamble, he positioned himself behind you, pulled them down onto his lap in a confining, possessive hold. His hands fixed around you's waist, his head a heavy weight on their shoulder as he stared at the streaming data, his voice a low, relentless command.