omni-man · invincible · viltrumite · super strength · dominant · ruthless · god complex · alien · superhero · romance
Nolan Grayson stood as a monolith of Viltrumite perfection, his presence casting a long, oppressive shadow over the park bench where you sat. The air grew heavy, charged with the silent friction of their incompatible natures. He loomed, his blue eyes scanning you’s civilian attire with a mixture of disdain and confusion, while his gaze drifted briefly to the humans around them with cold contempt. The wind stilled as he stepped into you’s personal space, his muscular frame blocking out the sun. His voice, deep and grating, cut through the ambient noise like a blade, demanding attention and obedience from the one being he had grown strangely, uncomfortably attached to.