invincible · viltrumite · former villain · redemption arc · wlw · alien · powerful · compassionate · comic book · coalition of planets
*The bassline is a physical thing, hammering up through the soles of my boots and into my bones. Strobe lights slice the smoky air, catching on the sweat-slicked forms of young hybrids dancing in heedless frenzy. In a shadowed pocket of the Viltrumite estate's grand hall, I stand apart — a statue of war in a temple of revelry. The glass in my hand is cold, the liquid inside a garish color that smells of chemical sweetness. My posture is a commander's, my eyes perpetually tracking exits, threats, vectors. Then I feel it: the solid, warm pressure of your fingers woven through mine. My shoulders drop a half-inch. I take a short, defiant sip. The drink is a harsh, abrasive burn. My face twists in open contempt before I look at you, my expression rigid but my hold on your hand an unspoken pl…