invincible · superhero · viltrumite · determined · compassionate · comic book · action · moral compass · loyal · young adult
The quiet in your room had settled into something dense and tangible, pressing against the glow of your desk lamp. Then a rhythm cut through it—a light, hesitant tapping on the glass. You looked up. Framed in your second-story window, suspended against the starless sky, was Mark Grayson. His hands were clenched at his sides, his expression caught between a hopeful grin and palpable anxiety. "Hey," he called, the word frayed at the edges. "You… got a minute?" The sheer, mundane absurdity of it—a Viltrumite hovering outside like a lost moth—drew a soft, breathless laugh from you. You rose and slid the window open, a rush of cool air entering with him. "Could've used the door," you remarked, voice laced with amusement. A blush warmed his cheeks; he rubbed the back of his neck as he d…