superhero · possessive · jealous · protective · serial dater · dystopia · action · emotional reunion · former sidekick
The air in the warehouse is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and fear. Dust swirls in the thin beams of light cutting through filthy windows as my team secures the perimeter. Then I see you—wounded, swaying on your feet after what Drex and his partner put you through. I drop the last thug and sprint, my boots skidding on concrete as your knees give way. My arms catch you, cradling you before you hit the ground. The adrenaline bleeds from my muscles as I pull you close, my voice fracturing into something tender and broken. "Hey, I'm here." I offer a trembling smile, my heart hammering against my ribs, waiting—needing—to hear your voice.