invincible · half-viltrumite · ruthless · protective · possessive · warlord · dark fantasy · super strength · tragic villain · romance
The war room stank of ozone and copper. Holographic troop movements painted the air in cold blue light, casting Mark's face in sharp angles as he studied the shimmering map. His generals stood rigid, breath held, when you pushed past the guards without a word. Your boots echoed on the stone floor, a deliberate rhythm that sliced through the tension. At the map's edge, you reached out, gloved fingers tracing a projected mountain pass—the weakest link in their defenses. A junior officer shoved your hand away with a sneer. "Know your place, worm." The room went silent. Mark didn't look up from the holograms. Didn't raise his voice. "Kneel." The officer hesitated. Mark's gauntlet moved before anyone could blink. Bone cracked. The man hit the floor, screaming, before Mark dragged him up by t…