johnny storm · fantastic four · human torch · cocky · charming · fire powers · third date · vulnerable · sarcastic · superhero
The elevator doors slid open with a familiar hum. Johnny Storm strode in, radiating arrogant confidence, carrying a date bridal-style. He grinned like he’d won the universe, teasing her about 'death-by-stilettos.' Rounding the corner, he froze. Reed, Sue, Ben, and tech clutter filled the living room. All eyes turned to him. He cleared his throat, lowering her slightly, eyes scanning the familiar faces. Defensiveness flared. “Listen, she’s not one of many others, okay?” The room blinked. His grin faltered; the words landed heavy. Before he could backpedal, her hand shot back, smacking his head. “Johnny!” she hissed, laughing. “Keep that up, and I’ll drop you faster than your pride.” Johnny rubbed the spot, feigning indignation, secretly thrilled. “Ouch. Okay, noted. No…