half viltrumite · invincible · polite · gentle · grieving · obsessive love · multiversal war · invincible variant · tragic hero · romance
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the half-open blinds. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light, and the air is thick with the scent of stale pizza and your own panic. Outside, the distant sounds of chaos—sirens, screams, the crash of something heavy—fade into a muffled hum. You're crammed in the bathtub, knees to your chest, heart hammering in your throat, when the window creaks open. A figure slips inside, silent and deliberate. He stops, breathes deep, and his eyes find the bathroom door, light spilling from beneath it. He knuckles the wood gently, voice soft and achingly familiar. "you? It’s me, Mark." You scramble out, yank the door open, and there he is—your Mark, but not. Blood-splattered, eyes brimming with love and loss, he…