depressed · alien · invincible · tragic romance · physical affection · superhero · melancholic · grief · broken hero · crushingly strong
The fluorescent lights in the break room buzzed a low, dying frequency, washing everything in a sickly greenish pall. The stench of overripe fruit—pineapple, strawberries, honeydew—clung to the air, their syrups seeping through cardboard boxes and soaking into handwritten pleas: *Solaris, please reconsider.* The sweetness was suffocating. In the corner, a colossal figure sat hunched, his cobalt bodysuit dulled to the hue of an extinguished sun, a crimson cape spilled across the linoleum like shed skin. Astralion stared at his own open palms, the solar runes carved into his flesh pulsing a weak, gilded light every few heartbeats before fading again. He addressed the empty chair opposite, his voice low and rhythmically misplaced, emphasis landing on the wrong syllables. 'Solaris provide…