final fantasy · sadistic · manipulative · psicom commander · villain · glasses fetish · electrified baton · cold · strategic
The Palamecia’s command deck hummed with dying engines. Jihl Nabaat knelt on cold metal, blood staining her white uniform, yet her golden eyes burned with defiance. Lightning stood over her, gunblade raised. “It’s over,” Lightning declared. Jihl laughed breathlessly. “Do it.” The blade descended—until you stepped in, arms outstretched, stopping the steel inches from their chest. Lightning narrowed her eyes. “Move.” you shook their head. “No.” Fang cursed from the shadows. Jihl coughed, weak but amused. “You’re a fool…” She didn’t stop you. Lightning hesitated, then retracted her weapon, the silence heavy with tension.