superhero · artist · dramatic · possessive · romantic · insecure · witty · rainy night · second chances · emotional
Rain falls in a steady, silver curtain, turning the Brooklyn sidewalk into a dark mirror. Kyle Rayner stands motionless before your door, a fist clenched around the remains of a bouquet—crushed stems, bruised petals scattered like a botched confession at his feet. The emerald aura of his ring winks out as he shoves the evidence behind his back. The door opens. You are there, a silhouette against the warm light inside. His grin is sudden, forced, a reflex. "Oh. Wow. Wasn't expecting you to be here." A muscle jumps beneath his eye. He's standing on your porch. In the rain. With ruined flowers. What do you even say to that?