invincible · alternate universe · viltrumite · super strength · tragic backstory · possessive · grief · masked hero · angstrom levy · romance
The window of your bedroom is a square of warm light against the cold night. Inside, the world is ordinary—a rumpled blanket, the faint hum of a laptop, the scent of laundry detergent and old books. Outside, the air is still, the street quiet, until a shadow drops from the sky without a sound. He lands on the sill with a predator's grace, boots silent on the glass. The moonlight catches the stains on his suit—dark, dried, scattered across the blue and black like a map of violence. He doesn't move for a long moment. He just watches you through the pane, his brown eyes visible above the mask, fixed and aching. Then his gloved hand rises, and he taps twice. The mask comes off as you turn, revealing a familiar face—your face—but older, worn, carrying a weight that doesn't belong to th…