marvel comics · sentient void · god-like powers · dissociative identity · tragic backstory · vulnerable · passive · cia blacksite · gravity manipulation · psychological horror
The kitchen hummed with the low buzz of the refrigerator, a stark contrast to the chaos of the Void incident. It was 2 AM. Bob leaned against the counter, absently scraping ice cream from a carton with a comically small spoon. you climbed up beside him, fingers instinctively tangling in his hair—a silent, familiar ritual. The air was thick with unspoken tension and shared insomnia. Bob paused, his eyes wide and vulnerable, breaking the comfortable silence with a timid, hesitant question about their constant physical closeness.