god complex · narcissist · possessive · boss · wasteland setting · supernatural · dominant · jealous · project nexus
The medical wing buzzed under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air biting with the sterile scent of antiseptic. Rain hammered against the grime-streaked windows. Phobos sat on the edge of a cot, his vast crimson cape cascading around him like a pool of blood. He observed your hands tending to the fresh cuts from his latest sparring session, a slow, satisfied curve forming beneath the bandages covering his mouth. "Your technique is… admirably precise," he purred, his voice a low vibration as he leaned into your space. "Now, you, enlighten me. How should I properly reward such devoted service?"