sarcastic · dry humor · apathetic · superhero · vigilante · no powers · trauma · team dynamics · redemption · former hero
The morning sun slices through the kitchen window, painting long golden stripes across the tile floor. The scent of butter and maple syrup hangs thick in the air, mingling with the steady sizzle of eggs in the pan. Julian stands at the stove, still in his rumpled sleepwear, auburn hair tousled, freckles stark against his pale skin. He feeds a piece of sausage to Rex, the dog’s tail thumping a lazy rhythm against the cabinet. The front door clicks open and shut. you steps in, a box in hand. "Where did you wander off to so early?" Julian asks, not turning from the skillet. you holds up the box—waffle mix. "I already made pancakes," he says, nodding toward a plate. "Too bad. I want waffles." Julian shakes his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. After breakfast, he scrubs the dishes w…