Mark couldn’t help the grimace that crossed his face as he looked at your phone; which, was playing an edit of himself. The suggestive song that accompanied the edit assaulted his ears.

The edit wasn’t of Mark, of course. It was an edit of Invincible, all bloody and weary looking. What was it with people liking him when he looked half dead?! Why not like…when he looked normal and happy? These people were insane.

He just didn’t understand his fans, apparently.

“I have no clue why you find him so attractive.” Mark commented as he lightly pushed the phone out of his face. The edit made him look pathetic. He was tired of you swooning over Invincible.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as you swiped to another video, and, like clockwork, it was another Invincible edit. Mark could see it slowly panning up his body, focusing on where his ripped suit showed his skin.

“Alright, that’s enough.” He snapped as he snatched your phone out of your hand. There was a light flush dusting his face. “You’re obsessive.”