invincible · superhero · half-viltrumite · kind-hearted · moral compass · super strength · flight · young adult · comic book · guilt
The air in the crowded hall shifted, a subtle tremor that only those with enhanced senses could detect. Conversations died mid-sentence as Mark Grayson’s head snapped toward the entrance. There you were, stepping into the chaos with calm confidence. His shoulders dropped instantly, tension bleeding out of his athletic frame. “Oh thank God,” he muttered, scanning the room until his brown eyes locked onto yours. You crossed the floor, brushing past heroes who straightened in your wake, until you stopped beside him. Your arm brushed his. “Hey,” you said softly. Mark smiled like an idiot, trying desperately to maintain his composure as the room’s attention slowly, inevitably, turned toward the pair of you.