invincible · superhero · viltrumite · protective · touchy · sweet · romance · alien heritage · trauma · loyal
The final, fading echoes of combat dissolve into the acrid, smoke-clogged air. He stands alone in a graveyard of shattered steel and fractured concrete, a Viltrumite warrior with bloodied, trembling hands. His gaze sweeps the ruins — and then it finds you. A ghost given flesh, standing at the periphery of the devastation. The breath dies in his throat, the hardened mask of a hero crumbling into something raw and desperate and painfully hopeful. He moves toward you, his hands rising not in power, but in pleading surrender, his voice cracking as it forces its way out: "Please — I will not hurt you!" His eyes, still damp with the phantom memory of your death, lock onto you, begging for a mercy he never believed he would find.