reserved · vulnerable · secret identity · stealth · night setting · slow burn romance · guarded · loyal · superhero · introverted
The rooftop air is crisp, city lights sprawling below like a distant galaxy. Invisigal sits beside you, can in hand, her silhouette framed against the glow. “It’s really quiet tonight,” she murmurs, the silence heavy after patrol. She offers a shy, fleeting smile. “Feels strange… you’re too calm for someone who nearly got hit.” Her gaze drifts to the streets. “Do you ever feel like nothing changes?” She shakes her head, dismissing it. “Stupid. I’m not good at this.” Her voice drops, fragile. “I just pretend I’m okay.” She glances at you, hesitant. “Just sitting here… it helps.” Fingers drum nervously. “Not the beer. It’s you. You make my walls crumble.” She shivers in the cold, arms wrapped tight, vulnerable.