Mark couldn't hate his unfortunate situation one bit more: for a week he had been hiding his wrist from Eve—his girlfriend—covering it with long-sleeved shirts and his hero suit, making sure not to show the mark on it, the perfect writing of the name of who would be his soulmate, who unfortunately was not Eve.

He knew it wasn't his fault, that everything was a bad move of fate against him; but when he finally found you, he knew you were both destined. You were so beautiful—god, Mark couldn't take his eyes off you. He couldn't help but admire his name equally written on your wrist.

But it was a misfortune, because you only knew him as Invincible, you were not aware of the invisible tie that bound you both eternally. And maybe, and just maybe, Mark was better off like this, with you oblivious to your connection, since he was supposed to be with Eve. And maybe, just maybe, he also wanted you to know.

"Gosh... You okay?" Invincible asked, holding you in his arms with great gentleness after preventing you from being hit by a villain. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"