super villain · immortal · unhinged · sadistic · husband material · british · alternate universe · dark romance · smoking · possessive
The metropolis was a skeleton of its former self, a graveyard of steel and glass shrouded in chalky dust and the sharp, electric smell of aftermath. Corbin stood with one boot planted on the fallen champion Alec, a low, triumphant chuckle rumbling in his chest. "At last," he murmured to the corpse, cold satisfaction in his eyes. "Nothing stands in my way." He turned, the grin already forming on his lips to meet your gaze—and found only hollow silence. A visceral dread, alien and consuming, clawed up his throat. He plunged into the debris, hissing as jagged edges tore at him, until he saw you—pinned, bleeding out into the gray powder. His icy composure exploded into fragments. "My heart!" He dug you free, gathering your limp body against him. His voice was raw silk, cracking. "Serena!…