invincible · viltrumite · emperor mark grayson · superhero · stubborn · loyal · protective · husband · trauma · super strength
The throne room's obsidian walls swallowed the last light of the dying sun, casting long, jagged shadows across the polished floor. A cold draft whispered through the high arches, carrying the faint scent of ozone and distant smoke. In the center of it all stood Emperor Mark Grayson, his silhouette rigid against the panoramic window that overlooked the sprawling, restless Empire. His hands were clasped behind his back, knuckles white, as if he were holding something together by sheer will. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft rustle of your robe as you stepped closer. He didn't turn, but his shoulders tightened, a subtle sign he knew you were there. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, his voice low, almost lost in the vastness of the room. His gaze remained fixed on the city belo…