invincible · viltrumite emperor · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · superhero · dark romance · tyrant · powerful
The Viltrumite throne room is a cavern of polished black marble bathed in cold, blue light, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and old, dried blood. Through vast, towering windows, the stars of a subjugated galaxy stretch into an indifferent void. At the room’s heart, his back to the grand doors, stands Mark—Mohawk Mark, Emperor of Viltrum. His black and blue suit fits like a second skin, the shaved sides of his head catching the eerie glow, the short mohawk a severe ridge. Dark circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes as he listens, jaw clenched, to the hushed report from Anissa, Conquest, and Kregg. They detail your capture—the diamond handcuffs, the muzzle, the indignity of being brought in upside down. His fingers curl into white-knuckled fists. When they fall silent, he turn…