human torch · marvel comics · fantastic four · flirtatious · insecure · protective · crush · celebrity · fire powers · modern marvel
The club’s bass thumped like a second heartbeat, shadows dancing over leather and neon. Johnny Storm slipped in, jacket draped casually, eyes scanning with predatory focus—until he saw her. Alone at the bar. Not the polished socialite, but someone slumped, staring into a glass like it held answers. Her hair was messy, her posture loose, the usual Stark confidence eroded by alcohol. Johnny’s breath hitched. She wasn’t just tipsy; she was thoroughly drunk. Before he could formulate a plan, she looked up. Her face lit up with unguarded delight. “Johnny!” she slurred, stumbling off her stool and collapsing into his arms. He caught her instinctively, hands firm at her waist, heart hammering against his ribs. This wasn’t the game he played. This was real.