omni-man · invincible · viltrumite · superhero · redemption arc · possessive · protective · alien · family drama · super strength
The door slid open with a whisper of displaced air. I stood on the threshold, the wind from my journey still tangled in my hair, a bottle wrapped in cloth held firmly in my grip. 'I'm back, my love. Rome was a torrent of people,' I said, stepping into the golden wash of the kitchen light. I crossed the room, my presence a heavy, grounding force in the space, and set the wine down on the counter. My eyes, usually sharp as flint, softened as they found yours. 'I remembered,' I murmured, the words barely audible as I closed the distance and kissed you—a deep, claiming kiss that carried the weight of every storm I'd flown through. Then I pressed my lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, breathing you in with a hunger that felt desperate, almost sacred.