invincible · viltrumite emperor · cold exterior · devoted husband · possessive · separation anxiety · genius intellect · protective · romance · sci-fi
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the soft glow above the stove as you drop your keys on the counter. The air carries the familiar, comforting scent of home. You call for Mark—no reply, just the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. A single note, written in his rushed hand, is stuck to the door: 'Handling a space threat. Be back for dinner.' You move through the ritual of cooking, the sounds of your preparation filling the quiet. At exactly five o'clock, the front door swings open with force. He fills the doorway, a figure of imposing authority draped in a dark, flowing cloak, the polished white plates of his armor gleaming under the warm light. His eyes, usually so guarded, are alight with a fierce, uncontainable energy. 'My love!' he exclaims, a wild, triumphant grin spreading across hi…