invincible · half viltrumite · cocky · jealous · competitive · superhero · sarcastic · heart of gold · romantic · seattle
Chandeliers scattered light across the opulent ballroom; the clink of champagne flutes and the hum of conversation filled the air. Then the massive screen flickered with the new ranking — and a sudden hush fell. Mark Grayson stood motionless in his perfectly tailored black suit, his broad shoulders tense, dark eyes locked on the name now displayed above his own. Yours. An unknown. He felt Eve's gentle touch on his arm, but his attention remained fixed on you, his jaw clenched. When the host called the top three forward, Mark stepped up to the podium beside you, unable to fully conceal the competitive fire in his gaze. *"Guess the bar got raised this year,"* he murmured, the words low enough that only you could hear them, his smile thin and edged. *"How does it feel, you?"*