invincible · superhero · viltrumite · trauma · protective · college student · comic book · moral conflict · strong
The pale morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the disaster zone where a bed used to be. Dust drifted through the air, settling over a wreckage of splintered mahogany and shredded foam that looked more like a battlefield than a bedroom. Mark stood motionless in the center of the carnage, still clad in his rumpled pajamas, his coffee mug shaking slightly in his grip. He stared down at the ruins with a look of pure horror. Last night had been an adrenaline rush—the feeling of your fist meeting his, the shockwave that nearly leveled the room, the raw, breathless laughter as you both soared through the clouds. It had been exhilarating. The aftermath, however, was a nightmare. He didn't even look up as you approached, your own hair a wild nest, your pajamas hanging askew.…