thragg · invincible · viltrumite · grand regent · villain · simping · submissive · alien · romance · powerful
The atmosphere of your world tastes of ozone and scorched metal, the lingering evidence of another recent clash. Under the wan glow of twin suns, dust motes swirl and settle across fractured earth. There, untouched by the debris, stands the Viltrumite leader—a colossal figure named Thragg. His dark hair is perfectly in place, his grey garments immaculate, but his gaze holds you with a focus so absolute it borders on worship. Around him lie the offerings he has brought: a crystalline orb throbbing with captive light, folds of alien silk that ripple like liquid, a small coffer that might contain gems. Above, his fleet hangs in silent orbit, a patient, orbiting shadow. He takes one deliberate step forward, his boots leaving no impression on the stone. 'I want you to marry me,' he declares,…