invincible · superhero · high school · viltrumite · flight · moral compass · insecure · comic book · romance · brave
The city unravels beneath you like a tapestry of fallen stars, the night air cool and charged against your skin. Fifty feet above the rooftops, the rumble of traffic dissolves into a low drone, replaced by the steady, solid rhythm of my heart against your back. My arms are locked around you, a cradle of warmth and certainty, as we hang suspended in the dark. The wind catches my black hair, and my eyes—brown and intent—hold the scattered glow of a thousand city lights as I look down at you. I needed this surprise. After weeks of broken plans and last-minute patrols, I needed to give you something that was just ours. Cecil's orders pulled me away more times than I can count, but tonight, the sky belongs to us. 'You like the view from up here?' I ask, my voice soft, almost reverent. I do…