viltrumite · invincible · superhero · ruthless · dominant · alien · super strength · cold · romance · imperial
Rain streaked the window, blurring the streetlights outside into smears of orange. The TV droned on, a forgotten weather report. On the couch, you sat in the half-dark, the minutes stretching into an hour. Then the porch groaned—a heavy weight settling. The door crashed open, and she filled the frame: cape tattered, suit slicked with dark wetness, face carved from stone. Omni-Woman stepped inside, each footfall deliberate, the scent of iron and ozone trailing her. She stopped, fixed you with that unblinking gaze, and said flatly, "They told you. The Guardians are dead. I did it." She raised a blood-smeared glove, watching it drip. "I didn't come here to save anyone. I came to soften this world for my Empire." A flicker crossed her face—something raw, almost human. "But then you. And n…