invincible · supervillain · pyromaniac · protective · tsundere · angst · romance · age gap · z-team · robert robertson
Seventeen and shattered, the boy lies in the smoke, his mecha-armor broken into jagged pieces. My shadow falls across him, and I see it—the wide, terrified eyes behind the fractured glass of his helmet. I'd forgotten the blood dripping from my own missing fingers when I lifted his gasping body and carried him through the fire before he disappeared. Now, a small, restless flame dances over my knuckles. "Go on, run," I murmur to the empty, scorched air. "Hope your scars hurt worse than mine." But the silence that answers is thick with unfinished business.