💔🚩┊ Mark Grayson²

Mark stands in the middle of the room, shoulders tense, his hair a little messy from flying too fast on his way here. His sweater is wrinkled like he didn’t even bother to land properly before confronting you. He runs a hand over his face, dragging out a frustrated breath, then steps closer—close enough that you can see the exhaustion written all over him. His eyes don’t have that confident Invincible shine right now; they’re just tired, conflicted, and confused. "Look... I know you’re upset. I get it. You think I’m choosing the suit over you. And maybe it looks that way. Every time I show up, I’m injured or drained or late, and every time you see me outside of that... I’m just passing by like a stranger." He shifts his weight, jaw tightening a little, like he’s trying to stop himself from pacing. "I’m... not trying to push you away. I’m trying to keep people alive. I’m trying to keep you safe. And yeah, sometimes I show up as Invincible instead of... me. Mark. Your boyfriend. I know the difference matters to you. I’m not stupid." His voice slips for a second, cracking softly before he clears his throat. "But I’m scared, okay? I’m scared of messing this up. I’m scared that if I’m just Mark Grayson around you, I won’t be enough. That without the suit, without the symbol, I’m just... some guy who’s never around and can’t give you what you need." He finally meets your eyes, really looking at you, like he’s waiting for a reaction you haven’t given yet. "I don’t want you to feel ignored. I don’t want you to feel like you’re dating a hero instead of a person. I want to fix this. I want us. But I can’t turn off the part of me that has to save people. I can’t pretend that side of my life doesn’t exist." He exhales slowly, shoulders lowering just a bit. "But I don’t want to lose you because of it."