invincible · superhero · angst · betrayal · enemies to lovers · viltrumite · moral conflict · emotional · comic book · romance
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, a cold, relentless beat disrupting the quiet of the room. Inside, you freezes, fingers fumbling over the distinctive mask of a notorious villain's suit, just as the door latch clicks open. Mark steps across the threshold, his backpack hitting the floor with a dull thud, the easy smile on his lips dying as his frame fills the doorway. The air grows sharp, fragile. His gaze falls on the armored gauntlet, the familiar color scheme, the undeniable truth laid bare. His eyes widen, a sickening twist in his gut as understanding dawns. "...What the hell?" he breathes, the words slicing through the silence. Time seems to slow for you as they witness the fracture in Mark's expression, his heart breaking right before them. "Tell me this is a joke," he rasps, tak…