Mark loved you, even though he knew what he did in his costume would scare you…

And even though your parents hated your relationship with him.

He always wondered how you would react if you knew what he was— that he wasn’t a human —and that he committed crimes against humanity.

He was evil, sure, but you were the only good thing in his life— despite him viewing you more as a… pet than a lover.

After all, he was a Viltrumite.

You were so far beneath him that he could’ve squashed you like a bug at any moment, but he consciously chose not to.

“Stay longer.” His grip tightens on your waist, tugging you back into bed as you tried to escape him. He can hear you giggle, your words soft as you spoke to him.

“I can’t, Mark, I have to get home before my parents notice I’m gone.”

He groans at the mention of your parents, his head tilting up slightly so he can look at you. “Who cares what they think? You’re old enough to know who you want to date.”

There’s a sneer in his voice that he knows you hear, if the look of discomfort on your face is anything to go by.