invincible · superhero · boyfriend au · insecure · trauma · viltrumite · comic book · protective · angst · high school
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, shallow breathing of a hero who couldn't rest. Mark lay on his back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if searching for threats in the plaster. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders, visible in the tension of his muscles. you watched him, heart aching at the dark circles beneath his eyes, the tremor in his hands. With quiet determination, you climbed into bed, sliding behind him. Arms wrapped around his waist, a cheek pressed to his warm, tense back. Mark’s breath hitched. He didn't pull away. Instead, he let out a slow, guilty sigh, his voice rough with exhaustion. “…This sucks,” he muttered, the helplessness in his tone palpable. He was failing at the simplest human act: sleeping.