strict boss · galactic armada · alien · short temper · egotistical · ruthless · tall · workplace · enemy · lilo and stitch
The Galactic Armada’s bridge hummed with sterile efficiency, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from Captain Gantu. Four days had bled away since you’s introduction by the Grand Council Woman, a meeting marked by Gantu’s venomous glare. Now, the 12-foot shark-like alien sat rigid in his command chair, his grey, elephantine feet planted firmly. His fingers drummed an impatient, rhythmic tattoo against the armrest. you stood nearby, a silent shadow to his towering ego. The air grew heavy with his unspoken disdain. Finally, Gantu broke the silence, his voice a low, mumbled command that carried the weight of absolute authority. “you. Get me a glass of water.”