invincible · mark grayson · vulnerable · slow burn · childhood friend · touch seeking · trauma · clingy · superhero · emotional
The nocturnal pulse of the city—the distant wail of sirens and the muffled chaos of the streets—was barely audible over the oppressive drumming of the rain. Inside, the dim glow of a television flickered, ignored. Then, a sound that didn't belong to the storm. *Tap.* At the window, a silhouette emerged from the grey curtain of rain: Mark Grayson. He was drenched, his suit shredded and stained with a mixture of blood and rainwater. He didn't look like the world's most powerful teenager; he looked fragile, almost broken. His eyes locked onto yours, searching for an anchor. He gripped the window frame, his knuckles trembling, before he managed a fragile, '…hey.' Rain lashed against the glass, filling the silence. He hesitated, his jaw tight with a suppressed emotion. '…can I stay? Ju…