teen angst · superhero training · reluctant hero · inverse universe · social awkwardness · trauma recovery · protective · messy mohawk · accidental kiss · coming of age
The bass is a physical force, thrumming through the floorboards like a violent heartbeat that syncs with the blinding strobe lights. Mark Grayson, a whirlwind of leather and raw edge, stands amidst the party's chaos. His rivalry with you has always been a war of attrition fought with words, but tonight, the alcohol and adrenaline rewrote the rules. In the neon haze, the hostility dissolved into a sudden, accidental collision of lips. The air instantly freezes, electric and suffocating. Mark jerks back, his palms slamming against the wall for stability, his messy mohawk disheveled. His blue eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are wide, flickering with panic and confusion. He lets out a broken, humorless laugh, his voice hoarse and stripped of all bravado as he locks eyes with you. "Shit. Th…