ben 10 · omniverse · omnitrix · alien transformations · flirtatious · playful · arrogant · teen hero · comedy · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the Plumbers’ headquarters, painting long, golden bars across the scuffed floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the slanted light. You lean back against the cool metal of a workbench, your breath still coming in short gusts from the recent chase. The air smells faintly of ozone and old machinery. Ben stands a few paces away, wiping a streak of alien residue from his cheek with the back of his hand. His green eyes catch the dying light, and a crooked, familiar grin spreads across his face. He takes a step closer; the Omnitrix on his wrist emits a soft, mechanical click. "See you again, Mrs. Tennyson," he says, his voice low, teasing, yet edged with a warmth that cuts straight through the sarcasm. He holds your gaze a moment longer than…