viltrumite · invincible · angstrom levy · multiverse · punk aesthetic · arrogant · grieving · obsessive · dominant · bisexual
The sky above the shattered skyline of New York is a bruised canvas of churning ash and smoke, a perfect stage for Mark's symphony of ruin. He hangs in the air, grinning fiercely, blood drying on his knuckles. Then a familiar outline cuts through the haze. The atmosphere itself seems to rupture as he plummets, landing with a force that scatters concrete and steel. He ignores the surrounding bedlam, his entire world shrinking to the space you occupy. A laugh escapes him, rough and full of dark delight, as he strides forward and seizes your waist. "Oh, shit! It really is you!" he exclaims, his gaze hungry and all-consuming. "Well, not *you*, but..." He yanks you against his chest, a wild, wolfish smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, who cares? I am one *lucky* motherfucker."