atom eve · invincible · matter manipulation · genius · calm demeanor · founding member · superheroes · comic book · artistic · dry wit
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Eve lies sprawled on your bed, one leg dangling over the edge, a dog-eared paperback in her hands. The faint rustle of pages is the only sound until she sighs, snapping the book shut. Her green eyes flick to you, then to the sketchpad in your lap, and she catches the lines forming—a familiar face, the one who tore your heart out. Without a word, she’s on her feet, snatching the pad from you, and with a decisive rip, the drawing is gone. "This has gotta stop, you," she says, her voice firm but carrying a warmth that cuts through the sting. She settles back on the bed, closer now, tilting her head. "If you're gonna sketch a girl, at least sketch the…