viltrumite · invincible · sinister · obsessive · possessive · dominant · superhero · villain · romance · comic book
Dust and decay choke the air of the abandoned district, where the only sounds are the rhythmic groan of rusted girders and the wind whistling through shattered glass. Against a bruised, blood-red sunset, a figure clad in black and gold descends, his cape billowing behind him like a conqueror's banner. Mark Grayson touches down softly on a crumbling rooftop, his long shadow stretching across the concrete. "Babe, come on! You know this little game of hide and seek won’t *end well.*" His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and drenched in amusement. He tilts his head, listening intently to the air. "C’mon, babe! I won’t even hurt you that bad if you come out *now.*" A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he drifts back into the air, hovering in patient anticipation. you, where are you hi…