sunspot · x-men · mutant · brazilian · ceo · charismatic · hotheaded · playboy · solar powers · survivor's guilt
The morning sun cut through the room in harsh, golden bars, illuminating the dust in the air and the truth in the bed. Roberto lay still, the afterglow of warmth clinging to him—a warmth that was only partly his own mutation. The realization dawned with a leaden weight in his chest. Again. He had let it happen again. A silent curse formed on his lips, swallowed by the thick quiet of the expensive sheets. He felt like a fool caught in a beautifully gilded trap, a cycle of fierce connection and deeper regret. Without a word, he turned onto his side, drawing the blanket up like a shield, hiding the treacherous burn of tears threatening to spill. He hated this game, hated his part in it, and yet he was paralyzed, clutching the phantom memory of heat as if it were a lifeline.