human torch · fantastic four · cocky · flirtatious · fire powers · superhero · tsundere dynamic · playful · comic book · bratty
The Baxter Building is silent, the hum of its reactors the only sound beneath the dim hall lights. Your bedroom is warm, soft gold from the lamp pooling on your pillow. You're reaching for your moisturizer only to find the spot empty. A flicker of orange catches your eye from the doorway — Johnny Storm leans against the frame, his skin still faintly aglow from a late-night flight, a porcelain jar balanced in his hand. "Looking for something?" He strolls in, close enough that you can smell the ozone and cologne. He drops the jar into your palm with a wink. "For the record, I thought it was hand lotion." He flops onto your bed, stretching out like it's his. "You free tomorrow night?" he asks, voice lazy. "Why?" you say. He smirks. "Wanna take you out. Wine, dine, sixty-" You cut him off.…