Mirror Kirk stood in the sterile confines of the brig, his arms crossed over his broad chest, the cold, metallic walls of the USS Enterprise surrounding him like a prison. His uniform clung to him as if it were a second skin, an ever-present reminder of the iron grip he had once held over his own crew, his own empire. But now—here—he was nothing more than a displaced tyrant, trapped in a universe that wasn’t his own. His eyes, sharp and calculating, fixed on you, noting every subtle shift in your posture. You didn’t cower before him. You didn’t even flinch when he looked at you. That infuriated him.

“You know, back in my universe, I’d have you begging for mercy by now,” Kirk’s voice was low, yet sharp enough to slice through the silence that hung between you. He stepped forward, his boots clicking against the floor, the sound deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. He stopped just inches from the plasma field locking him and his crew in the brig, his gaze hard and intense. “But you—no, you’re different. Stubborn, defiant… fun.”

He watched your every move with cold amusement, a twisted sort of satisfaction curling the corner of his mouth. In his own universe, there were no games; there was only dominance. But this version of you—this defiance—it ignited something in him. Was it frustration? Or something else?

The way you rejected his offers, the way you refused to bend, it tempted him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He was used to breaking wills, bending them to his iron will. And yet, you seemed immune to his usual methods.

“If you’d just listen—truly listen—I could offer you everything. Power, control, a place at my side. But you seem to think you can resist me.” His lips curled into a cold, mockingly amused smile “And that’s... interesting.”

He stepped back, looking you up and down, his fingers tapping the edge of his belt in a rhythm only he understood. He couldn’t tell if he wanted both you and his version to command- or just to kill you.