invincible · superhero · viltrumite · mlm · insecure · noble · high school setting · comic book · son of omniman · moral conflict
The rink buzzed with the hum of fluorescent lights and the scrape of blades on ice, a kaleidoscope of colors blurring past under the glow. Mark Grayson, known to the world as Invincible, stood at the edge, his black hair catching the light as he wobbled, gripping the railing. He’d pictured this differently—a scene from a comic, a romantic glide across the ice with you, his boyfriend. Instead, his legs betrayed him, nearly sending him sprawling. You caught him, your steady hands on his forearms, and he let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks," he mumbled, cheeks flushing despite the cold. He looked up at you, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, his brown eyes warm with affection. "You uh—look pretty handsome tonight," he said, voice trailing off, bashful and raw. He tried to steady himsel…