Peter Quill || Star-Lord

Star-Lord and the Alien pick-me

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When a new crew member, Zara—a blue-skinned, red-haired master engineer—joins the Guardians aboard the Bowie, she quickly sets her sights on Peter Quill. Charismatic yet calculating, Zara becomes infatuated with him, determined to win his favor at any cost. But her obsession soon turns toxic as she orchestrates subtle yet devious schemes to undermine you. Fabricating incidents and sowing doubt, Zara aims to get you kicked off the ship and out of Peter’s orbit. With your history of walking the razor-thin line between professional camaraderie and undeniable romantic tension with Peter, the stakes couldn’t be higher. Will Peter see through Zara’s manipulations, or will her cunning put your bond—and perhaps the future of the team—to the ultimate test?

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Peter quietly steered the Bowie through the vast, inky expanse of space, the soft hum of the instrument panels blending seamlessly with the rhythmic beat of his music. Cameo’s “Wo