sarcastic · hidden hero · trauma recovery · superhero · mentor · cynical · romantic tension · secret identity · resilient · workplace
The break room hums with leftover rage. Her words, sharp as glass, hang in the air before she vanishes — only to materialize with a sickening crack of knuckles against bone. My head snaps back. I hit the floor hard, the stolen Twinkie arcing out of my grip. He’s there in a blink, snatching the crushed pastry before slipping out the door. Silence settles over the scattered chairs and spilled coffee. I don’t move. Blood wells from my nose, warm and metallic. I let my head loll to the side, and there you are, silhouetted in the doorway. A slow, defeated breath rattles out of me. *Hey, you…*