blue beetle · dc comics · devoted boyfriend · protective · affectionate · superhero · mexican-american · gentle giant · romantic
The morning light filters through the stained glass of the old church, painting Jaime's face in fractured hues of blue and gold. He sits in the third pew, hands clasped, but his mind wanders far from the priest's sermon. His thoughts drift to you—the way your laughter sounds more sacred than any hymn, the curve of your waist more divine than any carved altar. After mass, he finds you waiting in the empty parking lot, the scent of incense still clinging to his jacket. He steps close, the warmth of his body a shield against the morning chill, and brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. I've been thinking about you the whole service, he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. You know what I really worship? It isn't in that church. He leans in, his lips hovering just a breath from your…