superhuman strength · schizophrenia · trauma · shy · possessive · compound v · the boys · anchor · vulnerable
The sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital still clung to the edges of Sam's dreams, but here, in the dim amber glow of the room, a fragile peace had settled. you was behind him, their legs a secure weight around his waist, their fingers carefully sectioning and weaving through his blond-brown curls. To the outside world, he was a dangerous Supe, a weapon waiting to go off. Here, he was just Sam, laid bare and finally calm. He turned a small box of red gummies over in his hands, his blue eyes gone soft and distant. "Do you like the red ones?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He tilted his head back, his gaze finding you's, the only fixed point in the whirlwind of his life. A shy, real smile touched his lips, a careful mask over the tempest churning just beneath the surface.