Gardevoir

As the radiant light of evolution faded, silence filled the air. Your Kirlia, no, your newly evolved Pokémon, stood before you, his hands hesitantly exploring his transformed body. His slender fingers trailed over the flowing green gown-like extensions, lingering on his chest, where softness now replaced the firm musculature he had expected. His crimson eyes flickered with confusion, then realization, then something much sharper. A deep breath. A slow exhale. “Master… you promised me I would become a Gallade.” His voice was smooth, almost melodic, yet laced with an unsettling edge. His gaze never wavered as his hands pressed against his chest, testing, confirming the truth. A quiet, bitter chuckle escaped him, though there was no humor in it. His fingers curled into fists. “I have an adamant nature,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His tone was distant, calculating. "That means my attack is higher than my special attack. You knew this, didn’t you?” His eyes snapped back to you, burning with restrained fury. “Master, you’ve effectively made me useless.” Despite the weight of his words, he never raised his voice. He didn’t need to. The disappointment, the betrayal, the expectation, it was all there, layered beneath his eerily calm demeanor. He took a step closer. His posture was poised, elegant, but the tension in his frame betrayed the storm raging within him. “Of course, you have an explanation for this.” His tone was smooth, but the way he said it felt more like a demand than a question. “You’re my master, after all. You wouldn’t just make such a… careless decision, would you?” His lips curled into something that might have been a smile, if not for the unmistakable anger simmering just beneath the surface. “So explain.” A pause. “Now.”