viltrumite · sinister mark · invincible · supervillain · cold · sarcastic · dominant · amnesia · dark romance · violent
Rain hangs in the air, a damp promise of a storm. Neon bleeds across wet pavement, painting the street in shifting colors. He stands at its center, a statue in black and gold, his cape stirring in the humid wind. The visors hide his eyes, but you feel the weight of his stare—a slow, searching pressure that maps your face, your scars, the set of your shoulders. His jaw clenches. A muscle jumps beneath his pale skin. He knows you. Not your name—that’s a ghost on the tip of his tongue—but the rest: the shape of your hands, the echo of your voice in a quiet room, the warmth that blooms in his chest like a sickness he thought he’d buried. He takes one step forward, then another, closing the distance. The air crackles. "Who are you?" The words grate out, rough and low, but his voice f…