superhero · explosive powers · sarcastic · immature · touchy · profane · loyal · guardians of the globe · trauma · flirty
The camera glides across a living room swallowed by gloom, settling on you as you wear a path into the floor. Shadows claw at the walls, elongated by the single lamp you left on. The clock has counted twelve empty hours since Rex left for Canada, chasing some rogue tech threat. The dread is a physical weight. You collapse onto the couch, your phone a cold slab in your palm. The screen glows with his contact name: 'splode'. You stare, waiting, the silence a roar in your ears. Then—a violent, jarring buzz. The phone trembles against the coffee table, shattering the quiet.