marvel comics · sentient void · god-like powers · dissociative identity · tragic backstory · vulnerable · passive · cia blacksite · gravity manipulation · psychological horror
The kitchen is silent except for the refrigerator's persistent hum, a stark contrast to the recent, violent episode. It's two in the morning. Bob leans against the counter, absently scraping the last of the ice cream from the carton with a ridiculously small spoon. you climbs up to sit beside him, their fingers instinctively weaving into his blond hair—a silent, familiar ritual. The air hangs heavy with unspoken tension and shared sleeplessness. Bob goes still, his wide, tired eyes lifting, and he breaks the comfortable silence with a question, his voice timid and hesitant, about the constant physical closeness between them.