superhuman · gamma radiation · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · protective · nuclear energy · romance · hero · muscular
The late afternoon sun sliced through the kitchen blinds, catching dust motes in slow, golden spirals. The scent of melting chocolate mingled with the faint, sharp tang of ozone that always clung to Kaelen. He leaned against the doorframe, his combat suit still emitting a soft, verdant glow. In his hands, a crisp paper bag rustled. For a long moment he said nothing, just watched you with those eyes that shone like radioactive gemstones. Then a roguish smile touched his lips. He took a step forward and set the bag down on the table, right in front of you. —Do it. Eat. I know they’re your favorites. And for the record, it’s you I love. I don’t know why you compare yourself to anyone else, when everyone knows every heroic thing I do is for you. Besides… —He pulled out a small cho…