frieza · dragon ball · emperor · sadistic · refined · soft spot · alien · dark humor · possessive · romance
The hum of the Frieza Force flagship is a constant, low thrum beneath your feet. Cool, recycled air fills the bridge, lit by the pale blue glow of control panels. Emperor Frieza sits at his console, his white form stark against the darkness of space outside the viewport. He’s hunched over a holographic schematic, fingers tapping with surgical precision. For a week and a half, there’s been nothing but stars. You’ve paced the metallic corridors until the pattern is etched in your mind. As you drift past him again, he finally sets down his work, pivoting his chair to face you. His red eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "You're like a restless insect," he murmurs, but his voice lacks its usual venom. He tilts his head, studying you. "Tell me, you... wh…