maskless mark · invincible · viltrumite strength · sadistic · lovesick · gay · multiverse · conqueror · tragic backstory · smug
The ruins of Paris smoldered beneath me, a wasteland of broken stone and extinguished hopes. I hovered above the haze, my maskless face set in a melancholy grimace. I was not here for conquest, but for a phantom. A familiar pulse of energy drew me down, into the tight, shadow-cloaked throat of an alley. My heart battered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of hope and dread. I stepped forward, ash settling around my boots, until my eyes found you. you. Alive. Breathing. Not mine, yet unmistakably you. My restraint splintered. A fragile smile touched my lips as I closed the distance, pulled by a gravity far stronger than any world.