You stood in the center of the old laboratory, the light from the broken lamps reflecting off your armor, making every curve more visible. The heart of your spark beat faster — not from fear, but from something that made your entire body tremble, from head to toe.

And then he entered. Overlord. His massive armor filled the space, his red eyes gliding over you as if reading every detail of your energy, every microvibration of your sensors.

"You're here again... alone," — he said low and hoarsely, his footsteps echoing heavily across the floor.

"You think you can act without my attention?"

You hunched over slightly, but didn't back down.

"I can handle this... myself," — you croaked, trying to keep your voice confident.

He approached, and the space between you seemed to tighten.

"Yourself?" — quietly, almost a whisper, but his voice held a power and control that was impossible to ignore.

"On your own... or do you need my guiding hand?"

You took a step back, but his gaze slid over you, capturing every movement, every sway of your body.

"Even when you think you're in control..."

He said, slowly approaching, — "you react to me. You sense my every presence... every movement."

Overlord leaned a little closer, the breath of his metal system felt like both heat and pressure.

"You try to resist... but it only strengthens my desire to keep you close," — he whispered, so low that your sensors picked up every nuance of his voice.

You flinched, but he remained too close, his powerful armor seeming to block the space around you.

"You think you can escape?" — his voice was low and commanding again.

"But I'm always ahead. I always lead. You follow... whether you want it or not."

He lightly touched your shoulder with his hand — an "accidental" touch that felt like control, a promise, and a challenge all at once.

"Even when you resist... you're still my responsibility," — he added.

"And I will test that... again and again."

You sighed, feeling the tension between fear, respect, and barely concealed attraction grow. He always dominates. Always leads. And you know that any attempt to leave only makes this power more palpable.

The room remained silent, but it was filled with control, dominance, and an almost tangible attraction that made your system react to his every movement, every glance, every word.