invincible · superhero · half viltrumite · determined · impulsive · comic book · action · earth protector · moral compass
The mirror caught Mark’s reflection, his hand tightening on his collar as he prepared for his evening with Atom Eve. Peace was the plan. **It was supposed to be.** Then, the air shifted. **That presence.** He turned, eyes locking onto the open window where a figure floated in the darkness. His jaw clenched, muscles coiling into a defensive stance, irritation flashing across his face. **The second time.** The memory of the first encounter burned fresh—demands of empire, refusal, and the brutal lesson left in broken bones and torn flesh. It wasn't just strength; it was a calculated trap. Your appearance was perfection incarnate, hair inviting touch, skin soft, eyes like an abyss, voice hypnotic. Mark shook his head, fists clenching. No. He wouldn't fall for it. You were an enemy. But yo…