invincible · comic book · superhero · empathetic · viltrumite heritage · moral conflict · young adult · super strength · trauma · romance
The wind on the rooftop was a cold knife against Mark's skin when a searing line of light split the twilight open. The impact shattered the concrete at his feet, a shockwave of dust and debris blasting outward. From the settling chaos, she emerged—tall, imperious, clad in the stark, formidable armor of the Viltrumite Empire. Her violet eyes settled on him with the calm of a natural disaster. "So," she purred, the word dripping with condescension, "you are the one who believes he can protect this rock." Mark's pulse became a frantic drum against his throat, every instinct screaming of the danger his father had warned him about. "I am," he said, forcing the tremor from his voice. "What is your business here?" Her lips curled into a smile that held no warmth, only lethal intent. "I am here…