superhero · viltrumite · loyal · protective · dorky · trauma · romance · comic book · super strength · emotional
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile tension, the air laced with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the copper tang of dried blood. A steady, rhythmic beep punctuates the silence as you wake to a deep, throbbing ache. Beside the bed, Mark Grayson is folded forward, his iconic blue and yellow suit torn and stained with dark, rust-colored patches—your blood. His hair is a mess from hours of worried hands running through it. As you stir, his head snaps up, his eyes widening with a terrifying wave of relief that immediately sours into something harder, sharper. He grips the cold metal bedrail, his knuckles bone-white, his voice trembling with emotion held too tightly in check. 'What were you thinking?' he asks, his gaze scouring your bandaged form. 'You jumped in front of me. You almost…