You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your apartment, chatting on the phone with William—one of the few common friends between you and Mark. Of course, the topic didn't vary much from the one that had been in the spotlight for weeks.

Mark Grayson. You knew he was Invincible, he personally told you. In the same way he told you that he liked you and that he wanted to kiss you; but you never went beyond that: kisses and some touching. You never made anything official 'cause apparently Mark wasn't interested.

"You don't understand, William. I love him, I really do, but he just—" You said into the phone, apologizing for the umpteenth time.

It was then that a noise from the balcony caught your attention, turning your gaze in that direction. Entering through the glass door was him, Invincible.

He didn't even remove his mask, he just lunged towards you, holding your face with both hands and devouring your lips with painful need. The phone fell to the ground, your body and mind solely focused on it.

"God, I missed you." He mumbled between kisses, his voice hoarse and low.

It was the usual thing between you: Mark would burst in, you would share a few moments of fiery kisses, laughter and caresses together, and he would leave. You being a stress reliever for him.