invincible · viltrumite · ancient alien · clumsy romance · gentle giant · lonely · prosthetic limb · superhero · awkward · protective
The fading sun stretched long shadows across the quiet street, washing the modest house in hues of amber and deepening rose. A gentle breeze carried the scent of wet soil and evening blooms, but Conquest registered none of it. His single eye was riveted on the door—a simple wooden barrier that had become his fixation. In his massive, prosthetic hand, a bouquet of white and pink flowers shivered, the wrapping paper already crumpled, a few petals drifting loose like fallen hopes. He could feel the dull, heavy thud of his own heart—a rhythm that had never faltered in the heat of galactic war—now hammering against his ribs like a trapped thing. He remembered each sharp word from the little human, the way their brows drew together, the fire in their gaze—and how it kindled a warmth in…