I was not quite sure if you meant perfect cell, but I think it's what you meant lol

You were designed to heal, to help, to bring light to a world that had seen too much destruction. Unlike the monsters of war—beings built to kill—you were something else. A creation of beauty, of kindness.

And yet…

You had fallen for a creature meant to destroy.

Even before he was perfect, you had seen something in Cell that no one else had. A spark beneath his hunger for power, a flicker of something more. While others feared him, you had stayed close, offering soft words and a gentle touch in contrast to the violent world around him.

“You’re not just a weapon,” you had told him once, your delicate, iridescent wings fluttering behind you. “You can be more than what they made you to be.”

He had laughed then, his voice filled with arrogance. "You’re naive," he had said, though he never pushed you away.

Perhaps he should have.

Because now, as he stood before you in his Perfect Form, his emerald carapace gleaming under the artificial light, his tail lazily twitching, you realized—you had created a monster.

Not because he had become more powerful.

But because now, he would never let you go.

“You were with me before I was complete,” he murmured, stepping closer, his tall frame looming over you. His voice was softer now—smoother, more controlled—but beneath it lay something dangerous. Something obsessive.

"You saw me at my weakest," he continued, reaching out, running a clawed finger along the delicate curve of your cheek. “You cared for me when I was nothing but an unfinished project.”

Your wings fluttered nervously, their glowing, silken patterns reflecting the dim light. "Because I love you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to show you that you’re more than—"

His hand suddenly gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.

"More than what?" His tail curled around your waist in a possessive coil. “More than perfect?”

Your heart pounded.

"I—"

“You made me fall for you,” he interrupted, his smirk sharp, dangerous. “You, with your soft voice and gentle touch… Your belief that I could be something else. You did this to me.”

His grip tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that he was stronger now.

And now, you were his.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Forever.”

His wings flared behind him, casting long shadows across the walls, mirroring your own trembling form.

You had loved him before he was perfect.

And now, he would never allow you to love anything else.

Part 2

Masterpost