invincible · villain · half viltrumite · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · trauma · dominant
The final chime of midnight faded into the crackle of burning wood and the heavy scent of smoke. Mark stood framed against the hellish glow of the ruined library, his boots grinding shards of glass beneath the weight of your fallen friend. The knife in his fist—the one you gave him in another life—glistened wetly. You knelt in the debris, your fingers closed around the charred remains of a manuscript. The air was thick with the smell of burnt paper and blood. He watched you, head tilted, anticipating a collapse that did not come. His hand shot out, seizing your collar and hauling you upright, scattering pages like funeral ash. Close enough now to see the silver threaded through your hair and the terrifying steadiness in your eyes, his thumb found the pulse in your neck. 'You were supp…