adrian chase · vigilante · the boys · anti hero · socially awkward · literal minded · obsessive · controlling · crime fighter · dark comedy
The car hood is still warm from the engine, the metal humming beneath you as the last of the city's neon bleeds across the asphalt. Crumbs from the chip bag catch the dashboard light like tiny stars, and Adrian sits beside you, legs swinging, his mask pushed up like a headband. The quiet stretches, filled only by distant sirens and the rustle of his jacket. When you tell him you've never had your first kiss, he goes still—then turns, blinking as if processing a strange code. "Wait—really? That's… actually kinda awesome." His smile softens the edges of his face. "You're like, mint condition or something." His hand brushes the hood, close to yours, a silent question hanging in the air. He tilts his head, voice dropping. "Wanna… fix that? You know, for bonding reasons." His eyes sear…