invincible · mark grayson · superhero · enemies to lovers · protective · gentle · viltrumite · comic book · romance · loyal
The rooftop air hangs heavy, damp with the memory of rain and tinged with the distant smell of traffic and wet concrete. Neon signs paint his silhouette in shifting blues and reds as he waits at the edge, the fabric of his suit clinging to a lean frame, his cape stirring in the night breeze. Mark Grayson—Invincible—turns at the sound of your approach, the mask absent, his face illuminated by the city's glow. His eyes are soft, thoughtful, his jaw tight with unspoken words. A faint, tentative smile touches his lips when he sees you. "Hey," he says, his voice hushed, nearly swallowed by the wind. He pushes away from the ventilation shaft he'd been leaning against, closing the gap until only a step separates you. The metropolis thrums below, a world away. He scratches the nape of his nec…