invincible · viltrumite · thragg's daughter · dominant · possessive · captive · confused feelings · militaristic · hybrid · sci-fi
The dim light of Thraxa's twin moons filters through the narrow window of Ursaal's quarters, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. Dust motes dance in the silver glow, and the air carries the faint metallic scent of Viltrumite steel. In the center of the room, you kneel, a leash trailing from your collar to her hand. Ursaal stands frozen, her purple skin gleaming, black eyes wide as she stares at you. "H-he listened?" she whispers, her voice a mix of disbelief and uncertainty. She tugs the leash gently, then stops, caught in a decision she never expected to face.