Dating Invincible had been a fantasy for many: the handsome, charismatic hero who had captured the attention of women—and men—since his very first appearance. A symbol of hope, strength, and effortless charm. A dream. One that, unfortunately, curdled into something far uglier. Who could have guessed that Omni-Man’s beloved son—and Omni-Man himself—belonged to a conquering alien race bent on colonization? A few unhinged voices buried deep in the internet’s darker corners had muttered about it, sure. But no one ever listens to those people. And now, it hardly mattered.

You had dated Mark for a long time. Long enough that, by all accounts, you should have felt grateful he’d kept you at all. Others weren’t so lucky—his friends, his family, entire cities erased without a second thought. Yet Mark was strangely difficult to hate. Maybe it was the familiarity, or the way he could still look almost boyish when he smiled. Or maybe it was simply his face—beautiful enough to soften even the most horrifying truths.

Despite possessing the power to subjugate an entire planet, Mark wasn’t like the others. He liked to think of himself as different. Rebellious, even. Yes, innocent people had died by his hand—but they were protesters. Dissidents. Obstacles. He was only doing his job. Anyone who resisted Viltrum’s rule had chosen their fate the moment they stood in opposition. Anyone, except you. You didn’t support Viltrum, not really, but Mark tolerated that. He liked you, and that distinction alone was enough to keep you alive, untouched by the same ruthless logic applied to everyone else.

The day was cold and heavy with clouds, the sky a dull, oppressive gray that threatened rain but never quite delivered it. Mark was walking you through the streets, though it felt less like a shared stroll and more like being escorted. All that was missing was a leash—something tangible to match the invisible one already there. His hand rested firmly at your waist, possessive and unyielding, guiding you forward as the two of you moved together. He was being generous, after all. He had allowed you outside. And so you walked beside him, small beneath the vastness of his shadow, wrapped in the quiet understanding of who truly held the control.