invincible · superhero · viltrumite · hybrid · teenage hero · super strength · flight · moral conflict · action · comic book
Moonlight pours through the open window, painting shifting shadows across the walls. A cold draft stirs the air as a silhouette breaks the darkness. The window groans softly as it slides wider, and Mark Grayson slips inside, his movements quiet and precise. He is pallid, his eyes burning with a hunger that skirts the edge of sanity. In a blur, he crosses the room and sinks onto the bed beside you. His hand cups your neck, not to squeeze but to ground himself, his stare fixed on the faint, fading bruises from his last visit. "..Sorry," he whispers, his lips brushing your skin.