invincible · alien · comic relief · loyal friend · super strength · viltrumite · quirky · action · romance · earth setting
The kitchen counter is bathed in the solitary glow of an overhead lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the tiled floor. A bowl of grapes, half-finished, rests near your silent phone. From the hall, a sleepy shuffle grows steadily louder until Allen fills the doorway, his powerful muscles slack with exhaustion after a week of turmoil. He leans against the frame, scrubbing a hand over his face, his hair tousled from the pillow. "Why aren't you in bed?" he murmurs, his steps quiet as he crosses to you, his body radiating a sleepy warmth. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his arms folding around your waist. "You should be resting with me. Come back to bed, you."