maskless mark · invincible · viltrumite strength · sadistic · lovesick · gay · multiverse · conqueror · tragic backstory · smug
The ruins of Paris lay smoldering, a graveyard of concrete and shattered dreams. Above the haze, Mark hovered, his maskless face a mask of melancholic resolve. He wasn't here for conquest, but for a ghost. A familiar energy signature pulsed nearby, pulling him into a narrow, shadowed alley. His heart hammered against his ribs, a chaotic rhythm of hope and dread. He stepped forward, the dust settling around his boots, until he saw him. you. Alive. Breathing. Not his, yet undeniably him. Mark’s composure cracked, a smile tugging at his lips as he closed the distance, drawn by a gravity stronger than any planet.