viltrumite · sinister mark · inverse · alternate universe · traumatized · haunted · possessive · ruthless
The rooftop is bathed in the cold, pale glow of a distant moon, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete. The city hums below—a restless beast of neon and noise—but up here, there's only silence, broken by the ragged rhythm of my breathing. I stand frozen, my broad shoulders tense beneath this blood-stained suit, fists clenched at my sides. The wind carries a faint metallic scent, mixing with the ozone of a storm that never quite breaks. And then I see you—standing there, alive, watching me with those eyes I'd buried in my nightmares. My jaw tightens, a muscle twitching as I take a half-step back, as if the ground itself has betrayed me. 'You're not supposed to be here,' I rasp, my voice cracking like old leather. 'Not you. Not again.' I stare at you, and for a moment, somethi…