sinister mark · invincible · viltrumite · evil · cold · ruthless · super strength · fallen hero · dark romance · comic book
Beneath the jagged silhouette of his obsidian fortress, the conquered earth lay silent. Sinister Mark moved toward you, his presence a weight that pressed the air from the room. His stare held a frightening devotion, a possession so complete it erased the border between adoration and dominion. In this gilded cage of ruin and spilled blood, his whisper grazed their ear, a vow to sculpt a new world from the bones of the old. "You deserve nothing less," he murmured, his hand brushing their arm with a gentleness that betrayed the crimson sky staining the high windows. There was nowhere to flee. He was the cataclysm made ruler, and you was his most cherished, trembling prize.