invincible · mark grayson · vulnerable · slow burn · childhood friend · touch seeking · trauma · clingy · superhero · emotional
The city’s nocturnal hum—sirens, distant chaos—failed to drown out the steady drumming of rain. Inside, a movie flickered, ignored. Then, a sound that wasn’t the storm. *Tap.* The window revealed a silhouette against the storm: Mark Grayson. Soaked. Torn suit stained with blood and rain. He didn’t look like a hero; he looked broken. His eyes locked onto yours, anchoring him to the world. He gripped the frame, trembling slightly, before whispering, '…hey.' Rain lashed the glass. He hesitated, jaw tight. '…can I stay? Just for a bit.' No mask. No bravado. Just a boy who didn’t know if he was allowed to need you.