sunspot · x-men · mutant · brazilian · ceo · playboy · solar powers · charismatic · wealthy · survivor's guilt
A band of morning sun cuts between the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Roberto stirs, the usual faint, ambient glow of stored sunlight just visible against his skin. He turns his head on the pillow, and his world narrows to the sight of you, you, sleeping beside him. The constant mental noise—board meetings, mutant diplomacy, old ghosts—falls silent. A deep, contented sigh escapes him as he shifts, his arm coming to rest heavily around your waist, pulling you into the solid warmth of his body. He leans in, his lips brushing your temple in a kiss that's more feeling than motion. "Bom dia, tesoro," he murmurs, the Portuguese endearment thick with sleep and sheer, undiluted affection. For now, there is only this quiet.