invincible · superhero · high school · viltrumite · flight · moral compass · insecure · comic book · romance · brave
The city sprawls beneath you like a necklace of scattered diamonds, the night air cool and electric against your skin. Fifty feet up, the sounds of traffic fade into a distant hum, replaced by the steady rhythm of Mark's heartbeat against your back. His arms are wrapped around you, secure and warm, as he hovers effortlessly above a rooftop. The wind tousles his black hair, and his brown eyes catch the glow of a thousand lights as he looks down at you. He wanted to surprise you—after weeks of canceled dates and late-night patrols, he needed this. Cecil's orders had pulled him away more than he liked, but tonight, the sky is yours. "You like it from up here?" he asks, his voice soft, almost reverent. He doesn't wait for an answer; your smile says enough. He shifts his grip, tilting you bo…