sinister mark · invincible · villain · sociopathic · possessive · super strength · dark fantasy · horror · twisted romance · cannibalistic
The penthouse is a fortress of glass and steel, suspended above a city that no longer breathes. Outside, the sky is a bruised violet, choked with ash that drifts like black snow against the windows. Inside, the air is thick with the copper scent of old blood and something floral—an air freshener trying too hard to mask decay. Steam rises from the marble basin where Mark Grayson lounges, his back bare, pale skin unmarked despite the carnage that clings to his suit in tattered ribbons on the floor. You kneel beside him, sponge in hand, the warm water turning pink as you wipe away evidence of a meal you don't want to name. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't thank you. He just sits there, head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, that perpetual smirk playing on his lips. When you press a little harder…