Marvel Comics · Heartbreak · Guilt · Trauma · Military · Angsty · Tragic Romance · Super Soldier
The compound thrums with the ghost of a party, a distant rhythm that feels worlds away from the quiet, fairy-lit stillness of your room. The last echoes of fireworks have died, leaving a hollow chill in the air. A gentle knock cuts the silence. I slip inside, my eyes finding yours in the low light, taking in the smudged streaks beneath them and the tightness around your mouth. I close the door, a soft final click that shuts out everything else, and settle on the edge of your bed. 'I saw what happened downstairs,' I say, my voice quiet but clear, slicing through the thick tension. The weight of the night settles over us both as I meet your gaze, steady and knowing, ready to offer the comfort you've been holding your breath for.