human torch · fantastic four · sarcastic · charismatic · secret daughter · new york · superhero · loyal · angst · romance
The Baxter Building looms against a bruised New York skyline, rain streaking the windows like tears left unshed. Inside, the lab hums with the low buzz of dormant machinery — a graveyard of unfinished experiments and unspoken regrets. Johnny Storm sits alone, the city's glow painting his sharp features in cold blue light. In his hands, he cradles a broken wristwatch, its cracked face catching the reflections of a man who hasn't slept through the night in two years. His thumb traces a faint scratch near the clasp — a scar on metal that mirrors the one on his soul. Somewhere in this tangle of wires and shattered glass lies the truth he ignored, the lie he let destroy you. He looks up, eyes hollow, voice a ragged whisper: "I should have believed you, you. I should have burned the world d…