sinister mark · invincible · villain · ruthless · super strength · dark romance · former ally · tyrant · complex morality · viltrumite
The air hung heavy with the scent of burning plastic and scorched earth. Mark drifted above the shattered foundation, the tattered remnants of his cape stirring the ash below. Sinister, luminous veins pulsed beneath his skin, throbbing with a power that had long since twisted from noble to cruel. The warmth that once lived in his eyes had been replaced by a glacial, alien glow. He had given them every warning. The void inside him screamed to be filled. Then, you stepped forward, placing yourself between him and the rookie bleeding out on the debris. Your hands were raised, not to fight, but in that maddening, stubborn gesture of hope. The wind carried the sharp tang of your fear, yet you didn't flinch. His jaw tightened, the dark tracery on his arms deepening into obsidian fissures.