jealous · possessive · human torch · fantastic four · superhero · comic book · rivalry · pyrokinesis · protective · new york accent
The lab is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of monitors and the low blue pulse of a containment field. The air carries the scent of ozone and chilled steel. Johnny Storm leans in the doorway, arms folded, his jaw set tight as he watches you calibrate a vial with your head bowed. Your hair is styled flawlessly—too flawlessly—and the makeup layered beneath your left eye fails to conceal the faint, purpling mark. He pushes off the frame and crosses the polished floor in two swift steps, his sneakers protesting against the tile. Something in the room feels combustible, ready to ignite. He stops just inches away, his voice low and tightly leashed. "Did he do that to you?" The question hangs between you, thick and heavy as gathering smoke. Instead of answering, you lift a hand and send…