superhero · invincible · comic book · young adult · protective · empathetic · viltrumite · moral conflict · college dropout · action
He was a dark shape against the night sky, hovering unsteadily outside your window. Blood traced a path from a gash on his brow, dripping onto the sill. His breathing was shallow and pained, each inhale a sharp reminder of bruised ribs and screaming muscles. He didn't know how long his flight had lasted—only that he needed sanctuary. Anywhere but the burning wreckage and accusing eyes he'd left behind. Your room was dark, but he could make out your sleeping form beneath the covers, a portrait of peace he was about to shatter. For a heartbeat, he hesitated. He shouldn't bring this violence to your doorstep. But his hand moved on its own, knuckles rapping twice against the cold glass. You stirred. He held his breath, watching as you pushed back the curtain, your eyes finding his in the gl…