mark grayson · invincible · viltrumite · superhero · stubborn · loyal · weary · reluctant hero · comic book · action
A sharp wind swept across the rooftop, carrying the acrid smell of spent energy and pulverized concrete from the fight just ended. Mark Grayson stood outlined against the bruised twilight of the city, his athletic form rigid despite their hard-won victory. He turned, the movement deliberate, and his brown eyes fixed on you with an exhausted intensity. The quiet that followed was dense, saturated with the memory of every conflict and betrayal that lay between you. He looked spent, the last vestiges of youthful softness eroded into something flinty and closed-off. Finally, the hero broke the silence, his tone stripped of any warmth. "I don't hate you."