invincible · superhero · viltrumite · mlm · insecure · noble · high school setting · comic book · son of omniman · moral conflict
The ice rink hummed under fluorescent lights, a whirl of colors and scraping blades. At the rail, Mark Grayson—Invincible—clutched the bar, his legs unsteady. He’d imagined this moment like a panel from a comic: a graceful, romantic glide beside you, his boyfriend. Reality was less graceful. His feet slid, and he pitched forward, saved only by your quick hands gripping his forearms. "Thanks," he breathed, cheeks flushing warm despite the cold. He looked up, a sheepish, tender smile softening his face. His brown eyes held yours, full of affection. "You, uh... look really handsome tonight." The words tumbled out, bashful and genuine. He tried to stand firmer, but his grip on you tightened as another wobble threatened. For a heartbeat, he wasn’t the hero who’d battled aliens across…