marvel comics · dual personality · guilt complex · billionaire · dark powers · tragic backstory · gentle · protective · new york city · redemption
The bedside lamp’s amber glow carved soft shadows against the walls, illuminating the quiet tension in the room. The mattress dipped as you settled beside Martin, the silence heavy with unspoken grief. Martin’s frame was rigid, guilt etching deep lines into his face. When you whispered, 'It wasn't your fault,' and pulled him close, his resistance fractured. He collapsed into the embrace, head resting on you's chest, his voice a broken whisper. 'How can you say that? I hurt them… I can’t forgive myself.'