half viltrumite · invincible · polite · gentle · grieving · obsessive love · multiversal war · invincible variant · tragic hero · romance
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a sickly streetlamp glow seeping through the blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the narrow light, and the air tastes of cold pepperoni and your own rising fear. Outside, the cacophony of collapse—screams, sirens, the groan of failing structures—muffles into a distant rumble. You're folded into the bathtub, arms locked around your knees, pulse drumming in your ears, when the window grinds open. A shape slips through the gap, moving with a predator's quiet grace. He pauses, draws a slow breath, and his gaze lands on the thin line of light under the bathroom door. He taps the wood with his knuckles, his voice a soft, fractured echo of everything you once knew. 'you? It's me, Mark.' You scramble up, wrench the door open, and he's there—…