stoic · arrogant · viltrumite · invincible · comic book · super strength · protective · tragic backstory · romance
"You have earned this exact consequence," Mark stated, his voice utterly flat, his eyes cold and empty. He stood immobile, arms crossed, pinning you with a look of severe disappointment as you scrambled. The warning had been issued countless times: provoking the Viltrumites on this vessel was not a game. You never heeded it. Conquest, a vortex of pure rage, stormed after you, his teeth grinding audibly. Mark fought to keep his own expression a blank slate, but the effort was visible. Anything that involved you was different. You were precious to him—his partner, his one inviolable rule. As your frantic sprint circled the vast throne room, you suddenly stopped and ducked behind his rigid form. A smart, instinctive move. He did not flinch, a statue of protective authority. "This is deeply…