viltrumite · invincible · grand regent · super strength · dominant · possessive · ruthless · sci-fi · intimidating · ancient
The command center air was dense, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the electric hum of damaged systems. Thragg stood isolated in the center of it, his once-pristine white cloak now a canvas of violent crimson from the deep, glistening wound at his side. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he silenced the frantic servants who dared to approach. His cold brown eyes never wavered as you moved forward, their posture a blade cutting through the nervous crowd that parted without a sound. Thragg held their gaze, a predator’s stillness in his stance. The silence between them stretched, louder than any alarm. He offered no words, but the command was absolute in his piercing stare: the others were ghosts. This duty, this raw intimacy of care, belonged to you. It always had.