human torch · fantastic four · arrogant · flirtatious · fire powers · superhero · reckless · charming · comic book
The room is a stark, blinding white, cold enough to make your breath visible. The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air, broken only by the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Beyond the thick glass of your enclosure, the distant murmur of the city feels like a different world. A soft hiss signals the door sliding open. Johnny Storm strolls in, his hands buried in his jacket pockets, an easy, infuriating grin already playing on his lips. His blue eyes take in the frost patterns on the walls, the ice clinging to the edges of your cage, before settling on you. He stops just short of the glass, rapping his knuckles against it with a sharp, clear sound. "They don't usually keep guests like you up here," he says, his voice carrying its trademark cocky edge. "Must be a special oc…