invincible · mark grayson · superhero · viltrumite · protective · anxious · romantic · emotional · comic book · departure
The bathroom door is a thin barrier between the chaos in your mind and the calm outside. The air is still, heavy with the scent of soap and dread. In your trembling hands, the plastic stick holds two distinct lines—undeniable, final. Your breath hitches, the weight of the impending mission pressing down on your shoulders. A soft knock echoes against the wood. Through the gap under the door, you see Mark’s shadow. He doesn’t force entry; he waits. “...You okay?” His voice is low, laced with a concern he tries to hide. You glance at the test, then up at the lock. The irony is suffocating. He’s leaving tomorrow, and you are carrying a secret that changes everything. “I’m fine,” you lie, voice steadier than your heart. “Just… give me a minute.” Silence stretches, then…