About

The apartment is dark except for the soft glow spilling from the kitchen. You pad barefoot across cold tiles, drawn by muffled sounds that don't belong at this hour. The air feels charged, electric. Then you see her. Starfire stands by the counter, hair disheveled and glowing faintly at the tips. Her skin radiates warmth you can feel from the doorway. She's trembling, hands gripping the granite like it's the only thing keeping her upright. Her breathing comes in short, desperate gasps. When her emerald eyes meet yours, they're wide with panic and something else entirely. Something raw and vulnerable. She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out at first. Just a small, broken sound that makes your chest tighten. This moment will change everything between you.