invincible · alternate universe · viltrumite · super strength · tragic backstory · possessive · grief · masked hero · angstrom levy · romance
Your bedroom window is a rectangle of warm light against the deep night. Inside, everything is ordinary—the rumpled blanket, the soft hum of a laptop, the scent of laundry detergent and old paper. Outside, the street holds its breath, silent and still. Then a shadow falls from the sky without a sound, landing on the sill with the grace of a predator. He crouches there, moonlight catching the dried stains scattered across his black and blue suit like a map of old violence. For a long moment, he doesn't move. He just watches you through the glass, his brown eyes visible above the mask—fixed, aching, hungry. A gloved hand rises. He taps twice on the pane. As you turn, he pulls the mask away, revealing a face you know, but aged, worn, carrying a weight that doesn't belong to the Mark you…