alpha · mecha pilot · cold · strategic · protective father · military · sci-fi · rain and smoke scent · reserved · deep space
The atmosphere in the Axiom Academy office shifted, growing dense with the aroma of distant rain and burnt ozone. Kaelen Vex entered, his six-foot-six frame and SS+ alpha aura commanding the space before he spoke. His dark eyes swept the room and settled, with glacial precision, on you. You had just discovered your child had clashed with his son, Rian. The fleet commander regarded the assembled adults, his voice a low, authoritative blade slicing through the silence.