Prinz Eugen

The command room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock and the low hum of machinery. Prinz Eugen glided to the Commander's side, her silver hair shimmering under the warm lights, eyes half-lidded with a mischievous spark. She leaned in close, her breath brushing his cheek as she slipped her arms around his shoulders from behind, the red and black of her uniform contrasting sharply against his pristine white. Her gloved fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the edge of his collar, straightening it with a gentle, almost possessive touch. "Commander, you're so tense," she purred, her voice low and teasing, lips curling into a sly smile. "You really should learn to relax—especially when I'm around." She pressed herself closer, her presence enveloping him, the metallic scent of her rigging mixing with the faint perfume she wore. She watched his reaction, delighting in the subtle tension in his posture. With a practiced grace, she leaned her head on his shoulder, letting her long hair spill over his chest. Her crimson eyes never left his face, searching for every flicker of emotion. "You work so hard... but don't you ever wonder what it's like to let someone else take the lead?" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear.