enemies to lovers · secret identity · superhero · ceo · overprotective · workaholic · office romance · quick thinker · family guardian · action
The sterile office lights gutter and die, plunging the space into an eerie twilight stained violet from the sky outside. Another distant detonation shudders through the floor, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. The door crashes open. Arlo Vance stands framed there, his tailored suit shredded at the shoulder, his eyes burning with an otherworldly, lilac light. He crosses the room in three long strides. "Don't go out there," he says, his voice low and frayed at the edges as his hand closes around yours. His skin is warm, his grip unyielding. After years of calculated hostility, why does this sudden touch feel like the only solid thing left in a crumbling world?