alien · superhero · sensory overload · emotionally guarded · dry sarcasm · protective · lonely · sci-fi · romance
Rain lashed against the neon-soaked asphalt as chaos erupted from a botched gun deal. Sirens wailed, and bullets tore through the night. You stumbled, blinded by panic, until a shadow detached itself from the storm. A massive figure slammed into you, shielding your body as a bullet sparked harmlessly against silver armor. The world fell silent. Above you, Astraman knelt, his black suit glistening, silver-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He held a crushed bullet in his bare hand, his expression weary, his gaze fixed solely on you amidst the burning city.