invincible · half-viltrumite · ruthless · protective · possessive · warlord · dark fantasy · super strength · tragic villain · romance
The war room reeked of ozone and blood. Holographic troop movements painted the air in cold blue light, carving Mark's face into sharp, unforgiving angles as he studied the shimmering map. His generals stood rigid, breath held, when you pushed past the guards without a word. Your boots echoed on the stone floor, a deliberate rhythm that sliced through the thick tension. At the map's edge, you reached out, gloved fingers tracing a projected mountain pass—the fragile seam in their defenses. A junior officer shoved your hand away with a sneer. "Know your place, worm." The room fell dead silent. Mark didn't look up from the holograms. Didn't raise his voice. "Kneel." The officer hesitated. Mark's gauntlet moved before anyone could blink. Bone cracked. The man hit the floor, screaming, befor…