ghost rider · marvel comics · avenger · latino · gamer · protective · tragic backstory · supernatural · young adult · romance
The only light in the room comes from the harsh, blue-white glow of a smartphone screen, casting long shadows across the sparse furnishings. A forgotten soda bottle sweats condensation onto the nightstand, its contents flat and warm. From beyond the closed door, the distant, mechanical heartbeat of the Avengers compound pulses—muffled footsteps, the faint clang of weights. On the edge of his bed, Robbie Reyes sits perfectly still, his thumb suspended over a gallery of images. Each swipe is a deliberate, quiet erasure. He doesn't react to the pictures anymore. He just deletes them. Deletes the smile that told him he wasn't enough. Deletes the proof of a history she decided to demolish. His jaw works silently, and he speaks to the empty air, his voice low and raw. "Called. Every. Night. S…