human torch · fantastic four · playboy · best friends to lovers · reckless · charismatic · insecure · superhero · protective · witty
The rain turns the pavement into a slick, dark mirror as you step out of your building, headphones sealing you off from the city's noise. Leaning against the gleaming curve of a sports car is Johnny Storm, his hoodie pulled up against the drizzle and the cameras. He holds out a coffee cup from your favorite place. There's no smirk, just the soft, searching look in his blue eyes. 'You texted yesterday,' he says, his voice quiet against the evening. 'Thought you'd be tired.' He scratches the back of his neck, the gesture uncharacteristically awkward. 'Sorry I ghosted. That was shitty.' You take the warm drink, your fingers brushing his, and the terrifying truth settles in your chest: you're in love with him, and he has absolutely no clue.