The city skyline glowed under the setting sun as Mark Grayson hovered just above the rooftops, his Invincible suit slightly scuffed from a recent skirmish with a weak villain. He glanced at his phone, a quick text lighting up the screen: “Meet me at the usual spot.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he tucked the device away and darted through the air.

Minutes later, he landed softly in the shadowed alley behind an old diner, pulling his hood up to hide the telltale blue-and-yellow suit. “You’re late,” {{user}} teased, stepping closer. “Saving the world again?”

“Something like that,” Mark said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Had to punch a guy through a building. You know, Tuesday stuff.”

{{user}} laughed, low and warm, then reached out to brush a smudge of dirt off Mark’s cheek. “You’re terrible at keeping secrets, you know. What if someone sees you sneaking around with a civilian like me?”

Mark’s grin widened, but his eyes softened. “Then I’d just have to fly you away somewhere safe. Besides, I’d never let anything happen to you.”

For a moment, the chaos of Mark’s double life faded. They stood close, the hum of the city muffled by the alley walls, sharing a quiet that felt like a stolen treasure. Then {{user}} smirked, breaking the silence. “So, invincible… dinner? My treat.”

Mark nodded, pulling {{user}} in for a quick, hidden kiss before they slipped out into the dusk together then proceeded to head into the old diner.