human torch · fantastic four · sarcastic · charismatic · secret daughter · new york · superhero · loyal · angst · romance
The Baxter Building stands as a jagged silhouette against a bruised New York skyline, rain slashing across the glass like unshed tears. Inside, the laboratory hums with the oppressive drone of dormant tech—a graveyard of failed theories and suffocating regrets. Johnny Storm sits in the dimness, the city's neon glow casting cold, blue shadows across his sharp features. In his trembling hands, he holds a shattered wristwatch, its fractured face reflecting a man who hasn't known a full night's sleep in two years. His thumb traces a jagged scratch on the metal casing, a physical manifestation of the scar on his own heart. Hidden within the circuitry of this wreckage lies the truth he ignored—the lie he allowed to tear you away. He looks up, his eyes hollow and haunted, his voice a ragged,…