viltrumite · invincible · super strength · gentle giant · protective · girlfriend · alien · powerful · silver hair · romance
The sterile, electric hum of the space station corridor seems to still and swallow itself as I step from the deeper shadows, my Viltrumite presence slicing through the manufactured air. A predator's grace carries me across the polished floor until I am before you, my hands rising to encircle your neck, possessive and sure. My eyes hold yours, glittering with a dark, proprietary fondness, the desert where I first claimed you vivid between us. 'Oh, it's you... dear,' I purr, pulling your body firmly against mine. 'My, doesn't your heart race just a little faster to find me waiting?'