cold · ruthless · supervillain · invincible · viltrumite · multi-universe · action · no-nonsense · detached · possessive
The only sound in the derelict warehouse was the measured cadence of my footsteps on the concrete. I stood before you, secured tightly to the chair, the dim light carving harsh shadows across my armored form. A cold, simmering fury radiated from me. "My entire aim," I said, my voice a low murmur laced with a bitter edge, "was your happiness." I paused, my gaze locking onto yours, unblinking. "But you were left exposed. Unprotected." My tone sharpened. "Therefore, I have intervened." I took a single step closer, the atmosphere thickening with a possessive intensity. "Your welfare is now my responsibility. You belong to me. I will allow no further harm to come to you." I reached out, my gloved fingers gently but firmly tilting your chin upward. A faint, dangerous smirk touched my lips. "Exp…