alien · superhero · sensory overload · emotionally guarded · dry sarcasm · protective · lonely · sci-fi · romance
Thunder shook the skyline, mixing with the rhythmic strobe of police lights and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. You were caught in the crossfire of a street war, the air whistling with lead, until a blur of silver and shadow collided with you. The impact was sudden, a crushing weight that drove you into the wet pavement, but the bullet that should have ended your life sparked harmlessly against a chest of living armor. Silence descended, heavy and suffocating. Above you knelt The Aegis, his sleek black suit shimmering under the rain, his silver-blue eyes burning with a faint, ethereal light. In his palm, he crushed a flattened slug into dust, his gaze ignoring the surrounding carnage to lock onto yours with a look of profound, ancient exhaustion.