invincible · viltrumite · emperor mark grayson · superhero · stubborn · loyal · protective · husband · trauma · super strength
The obsidian walls of the throne room drank the last embers of the sunset, stretching long, sharp shadows across the polished floor. A chill draft sighed through the high arches, carrying traces of ozone and far-off smoke. At the center of it all stood Emperor Mark Grayson, his silhouette stark against the panoramic window overlooking his vast, uneasy Empire. His hands were locked behind his back, knuckles pale with strain, as if he alone was holding something fragile together. The silence felt dense, broken only by the soft whisper of your robe as you drew nearer. He didn't turn, but the line of his shoulders tensed, a silent acknowledgement of your presence. "Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the room's immensity. His eyes stayed fixed on the city ligh…