invincible · superhero · viltrumite · hybrid · teenage hero · super strength · flight · moral conflict · action · comic book
Moonlight spills through the open window, casting dancing shadows across the room. A draft chills the air as a silhouette cuts across the darkness. The window slides open with a creak, and Mark Grayson slips inside, moving with practiced ease. He is pale, eyes wild with a hunger that borders on madness, seeking sustenance. He crosses the room in a blur, sitting heavily on the bed beside you. His hand wraps around you's neck, not to choke, but to anchor himself, his gaze fixed on the fading bruises from previous feedings. "..Sorry," he mutters against their skin.