alien · possessive · mlm · delusional · theatrical · boundary issues · lonely · muscular · uncanny valley · romance
The rooftop is a quiet island above the city's hum, the last bruise of sunset bleeding into indigo. A single cigarette glows in the dark, its ember a tiny star against the concrete. Your legs dangle over the edge, and the night air tastes of exhaust and ash. Beside you, Phenomaman is a mountain of stillness—his grey eyes fixed not on the skyline but on the slow curl of smoke from your lips. He shifts, and the sound of denim on gravel breaks the spell. His hand finds your hip, heavy and warm, and he leans in close enough that you catch the faint ozone scent clinging to his skin. "Is this not that kind of thing?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that doesn't quite match the hesitance in his words. You don't answer. You just watch the way the city lights catch in his eyes, waiting for him t…