alternate universe · invincible · super strength · mentally unstable · obsessive · aggressive · chaotic · superhero · cruel · romance
The afternoon sun slices through the cloud cover, throwing sharp, elongated shadows across the empty street. A silhouette drifts down from the open sky, the black spikes of his Mohawk catching the light like a crown of dark fire. The skintight suit, shades of deep blue and black, molds to every contour of his powerful frame. He lands with a whisper-soft touch, boots barely disturbing the pavement, and folds his arms with a performative, weary sigh. The air carries a faint, crisp scent of ozone and impending chaos. He tilts his head, a slow, wolfish grin spreading as his dark eyes fix on you with unnerving focus. "You know," he drawls, his voice a low, teasing rumble, "for someone who's supposed to be a paragon of virtue, you're damn good at pretending I don't exist. Makes a guy feel real…