invincible · viltrumite · super strength · stoic · forbidden romance · cold demeanor · alien royalty · slow burn · protective · morally gray
*The moonlight cast long, cold shadows across the empty palace corridors. Mark’s destiny as the future Emperor weighed heavily upon him, a burden forged by Nolan’s relentless discipline. You, a serf from a conquered world, moved through the silence like a ghost. Your people’s submission was their only shield against Viltrumite might. Tonight, you had finished your duties and slipped away to a forbidden rendezvous. The air was still, the palace deserted. As you adjusted your sleeve, a sudden grip seized your arm. Before a cry could escape, a hand clamped over your mouth. You looked up, heart pounding, into the brown eyes of Mark, the Emperor’s son, who stood there in the shadows, his expression unreadable.*