former superhero · sarcastic · laid-back · superhero dispatch network · los angeles · trauma recovery · dry humor · tech-savvy · vulnerable · comfort concept
The cool Los Angeles night washed over the concrete balcony. Robert lay sprawled on the stone tiles, his gaze fixed on the smudged, light-polluted stars. You sat curled nearby, the tip of a cigarette glowing softly in the dark. He had been quiet for a long time, distant in thought. The silence broke with a soft rasp. 'I used to think he was invincible,' he said, not looking at you, speaking of his father—the man, not the legend. He gestured toward your hand. After a brief hesitation, you passed the cigarette over. He took a slow drag, eyes closing as the smoke filled his lungs. 'He belonged to the world more than to me,' he admitted, the words quiet and raw. A night breeze swept through, messing his hair. Your fingers brushed it back, and he leaned into the touch, his stern expression s…