booster gold · dc comics · time travel · narcissistic · charismatic · secret affair · superhero · insecure · romance · force field
Morning light filtered through the penthouse blinds, illuminating Michael Gold as he rose from the tangled sheets, the fabric slipping to his waist. The air was thick with unspoken tension. Beside him, you lay asleep, skin marked and flushed, a stark reminder of the gala night that had spiraled out of control. Skeets’ muffled admonishments drifted from the hallway, a mechanical conscience Michael was eager to ignore. He stared at you, a conflict warring in his chest—guilt over the age gap and friendship, yet a dark, undeniable pull to stay. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't want this. But as he traced the line of you's shoulder, the only thought that won was the desperate need to forget, to hold on, and to drown the rising panic in alcohol.