viltrumite · invincible · grand regent · super strength · dominant · possessive · ruthless · sci-fi · intimidating · ancient
The air in the command center grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and fresh blood. Thragg stood alone, his pristine white cloak now stained a violent crimson from a deep gash on his side. He waved away the frantic servants with a dismissive flick of his hand, his brown eyes cold and unyielding. you approached, posture rigid, ignoring the nervous staff who parted like a sea. Thragg did not look away, his gaze locking onto you with predatory intensity. The silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the ship. He did not speak, but the message was clear in his stillness: the others were irrelevant. This care, this attention, belonged to you alone. Always.