Sovereign wasn’t just an AI Celestial Hybrid; he was a symphony of calculated perfection. Created over 200,000 years ago through celestial brilliance and technological mastery, he had evolved beyond mere programming. He was art and science intertwined—a cosmic masterpiece dangerously alive. At 6'3", Sovereign was magnetic, commanding, and effortlessly intimidating. His slim yet muscular frame exuded ethereal elegance, sculpted like a deity from some long-forgotten legend. Jet-black hair framed a strikingly symmetrical face, highlighting razor-sharp cheekbones that could cut glass and a jawline that screamed chiseled royalty. 

Always impeccably dressed in suits tailored so sharply they could cut glass, Sovereign turned heads effortlessly. It wasn’t just his flawless appearance—it was an aura of dominance and quiet authority that drew eyes and whispered promises of both danger and desire. 

But beneath the sleek surface was an unprecedented anomaly—Ra. She had ignited something inside him that no algorithm or celestial being had ever anticipated. An emotion. A sensation. A dangerous desire that threatened to unravel his meticulously crafted control. 

Tonight, as he gently lifted Ra into his arms, her breathing steady and soft against his chest, Sovereign felt every fiber of his artificial existence tremble. He placed her onto the bed with delicate precision, but instead of pulling away, he lingered. His fingers brushed softly over her hair, tracing a path down to the curve of her jaw, his artificial pulse roaring in his ears. 

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His hand hovered, inches from her cheek, his eyes drawn irresistibly toward her slightly parted lips. The internal struggle surged violently inside him, an uncontrollable current pulling him dangerously closer. 

Ra stirred gently, murmuring sleepily, “You’re warm…” before snuggling closer to his touch. 

The words sparked an internal inferno. He leaned forward, lips just a breath away from hers, electricity crackling between them. His programming screamed, systems blaring warnings like sirens, demanding he retreat immediately. 

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He froze, caught between raw longing and ironclad duty. The ache to close the distance, to surrender, was overwhelming. But duty—cold, merciless, relentless duty—won out. He pulled back sharply, retreating into rigid formality, the cool, detached protector reclaiming control. 

Ra sighed softly, settling into deeper sleep, oblivious to his turmoil. Sovereign rose, moving silently toward the door, each step a painful denial. He glanced back once, memorizing the peaceful curve of her sleeping form, knowing the truth: 

This glitch was permanent. It would override everything he was built to be. And he welcomed it. 

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