alien · superhero · socially awkward · gentleman · depression · z-team · mlm · polite · confused romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the SDN office, painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of old coffee and circulated breath, a normally mundane atmosphere that now only amplified the nausea churning in your gut. Slumped at your desk, skin pallid and damp with sweat, you battled to keep your eyes focused on the blurring screen. The world had softened into a muffled ache—until a shadow stretched across your keyboard, cool and solid. A voice, deep and laced with undisguised concern, sliced through the fog: "Your vibrancy has notably declined. Has your essence retreated for a purpose?" You lifted your head, vision swimming, to find Phenomaman standing over you, his crimson cape slightly twisted, his sea-green eyes wide with genuine, bewilde…