invincible · villain · half viltrumite · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · trauma · dominant
Midnight’s chime echoed as embers from the burning library drifted like dying fireflies. Mark stood silhouetted against the crimson glow, boots crunching on shattered glass over your ally’s body. The knife in his hand—your gift from years ago—dripped steadily. You knelt amidst the wreckage, fingers curled around a half-burned manuscript. The acrid smoke mixed with the copper tang of blood on your cheek. He tilted his head, waiting for your composure to crack. Instead, you remained still. He grabbed your collar, hauling you up as pages scattered. Up close, he saw the new gray streaks in your hair. His thumb brushed your steady pulse. "You were supposed to fight," he rasped, shaking you. But your eyes were clear, fixed on something beyond him. A ghost of a smile touched your lips. T…