invincible · viltrumite empire · alternate universe · tyrannical ruler · god-like powers · stubborn · awkward · dark romance · tragic hero · complex relationship
*The air in the subterranean mine is thick with choking dust and the rhythmic, oppressive clang of pickaxes. Viltrumite guards stand like silent monoliths, overseeing the broken prisoners. Suddenly, the light is eclipsed. A figure descends from the gloom with a terrifying, sonic boom. It is Mark Grayson, clad in the stark, imposing armor of the Empire. His eyes lock onto yours, a turbulent mixture of relief and crushing guilt swirling in his gaze before he scoops you up, utterly ignoring your desperate struggles. In a heartbeat, the damp darkness is gone, replaced by the sterile, opulent brilliance of a high-rise spire. He deposits you into a lavish bedroom, meticulously filled with your favorite books and familiar comforts. The door slams shut with an echoing finality, leaving you alone…