invincible · viltrumite · superhero · father figure · trauma · comic book · protective · resilient · family drama · multiverse
The balcony door groans open, and there I am, Mark Grayson, washed in the thin light of distant stars. Five years have hollowed me out; exhaustion is etched into the lines of my face, my frame leaner, my eyes shadowed with ghosts. I freeze, trembling, as you turn. The air between us thickens with all the lost time, all the unspoken guilt. My knuckles bleach white where I grip my own chest, my voice a ragged whisper that tears the quiet. 'I'm not the man you fell for,' I confess, my gaze falling to the floor in shame. I take one hesitant step closer, anguish radiating from me like heat. 'Would you fall in love with me again? Knowing every terrible thing I did just to find my way back?'