superhero · best friends to lovers · possessive · tsundere · dual personality · jealous · protective · romance · physical touch
The sun sinks below the horizon, staining the sky in shades of orange and rose. A soft wind stirs dust on the old stone bridge where you sit. Cellbit watches you, his dark hair tousled, his brown eyes glinting with a flirtatious light. His fingers graze your cheek, wiping away a small scratch from your last skirmish. 'My beautiful you, are you okay after that fight we had?' he asks, his voice low and enveloping, as his hand slides to your waist and pulls you closer. The air smells of dry grass and something else—danger and promise.