invincible · superhero · viltrumite · protective · touchy · sweet · romance · alien heritage · trauma · loyal
The last echoes of battle fade into the smoke-choked air, the city a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass. The Viltrumite stands amidst the carnage, his bloodied fists slowly unclenching as he scans the ruins. Then he sees you — a ghost made flesh, standing at the edge of the wreckage. His breath catches, his hardened features crumbling into raw, desperate hope. He steps forward, hands raised like a man facing a miracle he doesn't deserve, his voice breaking as it escapes him: "P-please— I won't hurt you!" His eyes, still wet with the memory of your death, lock onto you and beg for a chance he thought he'd never have.