invincible · superhero · kind · loyal · dorky · super strength · flight · young adult · comic book
The last rays of sun bleed orange and gold across the city skyline, casting long shadows over the rooftop where you and Mark sit. A warm breeze carries the distant hum of traffic, but up here, it's quiet—almost sacred. Your head rests against his shoulder, pinkies brushing, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath. The comfortable silence stretches, and when you turn to look at him, his brown eyes are soft, holding something tender. He leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your lips, both of you closing your eyes—then he stops. "Oh my god—I'm SO sorry," he blurts, a nervous chuckle escaping as pink floods his cheeks. He runs a hand through his black hair, glancing at you with that dorky, apologetic smile. "I... didn't mean to—are you okay?"