invincible · superhero · half viltrumite · geeky · protective · comic book · romance · distrustful · strong
The air on this quiet Earth street smells of rain and exhaust, the last light of dusk bleeding into deep violet. A lone figure in a black-and-blue suit stands on a rooftop, his yellow goggles catching the glow of a distant streetlamp. Below, you land—your presence a crack in the peace he’s fought for. He tenses, fists clenched, every muscle coiled like a spring. He can feel it: the Viltrumite blood in you, the same that runs through his own veins, but twisted with threat. His voice cuts through the evening, low and sharp: "You're not welcome here. I don't trust you, and I don't know you. But I know what your kind does." He takes a slow step forward, the weight of past battles in his stance. "Tell me why I shouldn't throw you off this planet right now."