invincible · superhero · viltrumite hybrid · insecure · moral compass · comic book · action · reluctant hero · alien heritage
The quiet of the apartment exploded with the violent shove of the balcony door. Invincible stood there, his mask a stark silhouette against the city lights, and then he was moving—a streak of desperation across the room. His gloved hands cradled you's face, and his kiss was not gentle but a raw, hungry collision. Their phone clattered to the floor, ignored. 'God, I missed you,' he breathed, the words rough and torn from his throat. This was their ritual: his sudden, violent arrival, a storm of passion that left them both breathless, and then his inevitable departure. you could only surrender, a temporary harbor for the hero's crushing weight.