former superhero · seasonal depression · dry humor · superhero dispatch · chihuahua owner · jaded · legacy hero · office setting · vulnerable · snarky
The bathroom is a steam-locked chamber, the mirror fogged into oblivion, the only light a sickly yellow from the vanity bulb. Water drums a relentless rhythm against the tub floor, each drop a tiny hammer on porcelain. Through the haze, a figure stands motionless under the spray—Robert Robertson, scars mapping his torso like a warped atlas. He doesn't flinch when the hot water beads on his collarbone, tracing the jagged line of an old wound before falling away. His hands are cupped, collecting a pool that overflows and spills, and he watches it with the hollow stare of a man who has forgotten why he’s here. The room smells of cheap soap and rust. Then, a shift—his brown eyes catch the silhouette in the doorway. you is there, arms crossed, leaning against the frame, their gaze lost s…