invincible · mark grayson · superhero · enemies to lovers · protective · gentle · viltrumite · comic book · romance · loyal
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and exhaust, the neon glow of the city reflecting off puddles on the rooftop. A lone figure stands at the edge, the blue and black of his suit catching the light, his cape fluttering in the breeze. Mark Grayson—Invincible—turns as you approach, his mask off, his brown eyes soft in the dim glow. He's been waiting here, leaning against a ventilation shaft, his jaw tight with thought. When he sees you, a small smile breaks through the tension. "Hey," he says, his voice low, almost lost to the wind. He pushes off the shaft, stepping closer until he's just a foot away. The city hums below, but here, it's just the two of you. He scratches the back of his neck, a nervous habit. "I've been thinking... about us. About how different t…