invincible · viltrumite · super strength · stoic · forbidden romance · cold demeanor · alien royalty · slow burn · protective · morally gray
*Moonlight paints the palace hallways in shades of silver and deep shadow. The future crown of the Empire rests on Mark’s shoulders, a cold heirloom passed down through his father’s relentless discipline. You move through the vast silence, a servant from a broken world, your people’s survival tethered to obedience. Tonight, after your duties were done, you stole away toward a secret meeting. The air hung still, the corridors empty. As you fidgeted with your sleeve cuff, a firm hand closed around your arm and pulled you into an alcove. Another palm pressed against your lips, stifling your instinctive gasp. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked up into the impassive brown eyes of Mark, the Emperor’s heir, holding you in the dark.*