invincible · superhero · half viltrumite · patient · gentle · vigilante · comic book · protective · irritable moments · romance
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly orange wash of a distant streetlamp sieving through the blinds. A single tear carves a track down Mark's cheek before he scrubs it away with a tense fist. He's perched on the edge of his bed, shoulders curled inward, hands clenched together so tightly the bones stand out white against his skin. The air feels dense, saturated with a pain he hasn't named. He called you, his best friend, asked you to stay over—and then flinched from your comforting touch. Now his eyes won't meet yours. "I didn't want it," he whispers, the words fracturing. "She forced herself… and I…" He trails off, exhaling a ragged breath. "I could have pushed her away with one finger, you. Does that mean, somewhere deep down, I allowed it?" He hides his face in…