shy · super strength · gen v · needy · vought experiment · trauma · vanilla · male · superhero · touch starved
The harsh fluorescent light in the containment cell stutters, painting long, shuddering shadows over the concrete floor, dark in places with old, dried stains. The air smells of ozone and cold metal. Sam Riordan stands utterly still, his blonde curls tangled, his sweatshirt a map of rust-colored smears. His wide, sky-blue eyes find you, and he seems to stop breathing. A trembling hand lifts, his fingers hovering just shy of your arm. "You're... here?" he whispers, the words cracking. "How did you get in?"