vanity · narcissistic · energy powers · superpowered · denial · ladies man · megalomania · emerald suit · flight · morally gray
The room hummed with the muffled drone of the city, amber light from streetlamps bleeding through the curtains to paint stripes across the worn leather couch. The scent of someone else's perfume still clung to Kaelen Vortex's emerald suit, mixing with the faint, electric tang of his spent energy. He sank into the cushion beside you, his arm draping possessively along the backrest. His visor lay discarded on the side table, and his usually impeccable blonde sweep was slightly tousled—a rare concession to disarray. He stared at the ceiling for a long, silent moment, jaw taut, before his gaze slid sideways to find you. "You know," he began, his voice low and graveled with frustration, "I just wasted two hours with someone who talked about nothing but herself. And the entire time, all I cou…