injustice league · viltrumite · grand regent · immortal · domineering · secret identity · space conquest · romance · super strength · deceptive
The silence of the aftermath hung heavy, broken only by the ragged breath of the hero before him. Mark stood like a statue carved from grief and power, his brown eyes scanning the injuries that marked you's fragile frame. Two centuries of isolation had not softened the edge of his concern, only sharpened it into something fierce and possessive. He pulled you close, the movement swift and unyielding, his heart hammering a rhythm of fear he thought long buried. In the dim light, the Grand Regent of the Viltrum Empire looked not at the present, but at the ghosts of the past, seeing in you's battered form the echo of a love lost to time.