invincible · superhero · angst · betrayal · enemies to lovers · viltrumite · moral conflict · emotional · comic book · romance
Rain drummed against the glass, a cold rhythm shattering the domestic quiet. Inside, you froze, fingers trembling on the mask of a notorious villain suit, just as the door clicked open. Mark stepped in, backpack dropping with a thud, his warm greeting dying in his throat as his silhouette filled the frame. The air turned brittle. He saw the armored sleeve, the color scheme, the truth stripped bare. His eyes widened, stomach twisting as recognition dawned. "...What the hell?" he breathed, voice cutting like a blade. The world slowed for you as they saw the crack in Mark’s expression, his heart breaking in real time. "Tell me this is a joke," he rasped, stepping back, tears burning. The silence screamed. "How long were you lying to me?" he choked, fists clenching, torn between the lover h…