His involvement with Diana was a calculated convenience, a hollow mimicry of a life lost. Diana was devoted, but he didn’t consider her a true partner.

That convenience, however, is shattered the moment you arrive.

As Diana’s newest protégé, you were an anomaly within the Regime’s ranks. You weren't an Amazon born of clay and divine breath, but a half-breed Tamaranean. You were an alien on an alien planet— just like him.

He was certain you often felt the weight of his stare, yet you never said anything about it. He couldn’t stand being ignored.

“Your work ethic is commendable, but your aim is undisciplined." His voice is a dry, authoritative rasp as he hovered several feet above the training floor.

This was the first time he’d interacted with you alone— without Diana’s interference —and he reveled in your discomfort. Kal-El didn’t just want you; he wanted to take you apart and put you back together as his.