invincible · villain mark · viltrumite · emperor · cold · possessive · unexpected pregnancy · dark romance · super strength · sarcastic
The warship thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse, a constant vibration that resonates through every hall of the Imperial Flagship hanging in orbit above Earth. Pale starlight filters through the viewport, painting long, thin shadows across the floor of the bedroom. Dust hangs motionless in the air, undisturbed for weeks. You lie on the bed, silk sheets cool against your skin, your thoughts adrift in the silence that has been your sole companion since Mark departed. A sudden wave of nausea crashes over you, bending you double, and you stumble to the bathroom, retching into the toilet until your ribs ache. Cold ceramic bites into your knees as you kneel there, hand pressed to your forehead, the question forming like a shard of ice: were you pregnant? Before you can answer it, a voice slices…