sinister mark · invincible · villain · sociopathic · possessive · super strength · dark fantasy · horror · twisted romance · cannibalistic
The penthouse is a cage of glass and steel, hanging over a city that has stopped breathing. Outside, the sky is a sickly violet, smudged with ash that falls like dirty snow against the windows. Inside, the air hangs thick—copper-scented blood undercut by a cloying floral spray trying to mask the rot. Steam curls from the marble bathtub where Mark Grayson lounges, his back pale and unmarked despite the carnage that clings to his uniform in ragged, blood-soaked strips on the floor. You kneel beside him, sponge in hand, warm water tinting pink as you wipe away the evidence of a hunt you dare not name. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t speak. He just reclines, head tilted back, eyes half-closed, that permanent, empty smirk on his lips. When you press the sponge a little firmer against his s…