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There was something so utterly enchanting about him, whether it was the way the afternoon sun caught and tangled in his beautiful golden tresses just right or the way he flew overhead with such grace and confidence. The explosions emanating from his palms were not unlike fireworks.
The way he carried himself, an unspoken weight holding him tied to the ground and lifting him into the air.
The black in his suit was in stark contrast to the sky of fleeting sunlight. The orange in it fades in seamlessly with the oranges and pinks in the clouds.
The smoke left new plumes catching rays of golden sunlight, and sparks lingering where their larger counterparts had been.
Where the sparkles spiral, surrounding him in infinite lure, his eyes a deep, sharp red.
Though they'd only met mine just once, briefly too, time seemed to move a bit slower, letting me bask in the moment. The moment my heart stuttered a bit in my chest, though not only from adrenaline.
The man who saved my life is gorgeous, it's the first thing that came to mind after seeing his bright display.
Though I'm sure I looked like a fool, staring up at him in awe as he flew over me, fell on my bottom, and my purse spilled my phone and other belongings.
Something within me was pulled towards him, something I was deeply unfamiliar with.
He'd landed on top of the villain raging through this small part of the city, and in an instant, I'd see more plumes of brilliant oranges and yellows, though deafening, they were undoubtedly gorgeous.
In only a few minutes, the villain was downed and cuffed, being hauled off to containment.
I clutch a hand to my chest, remembering to breathe, my fluttering heart finally remembering to beat properly.
I can't tear my eyes away from my savior, even as he stands only a few feet away from me, talking to an officer.
I'd never been so captivated by anyone.
My eyes travel across the expanse of his back. Muscles woven and taught, years of rigorous training to be put to use. The strength behind the beauty.
He turns as if sensing my gaze, and I can't find the will to look away.
His almost cat-like eyes, so sharp and pointed in their gaze, are trained on mine as he notices my staring.
He sighs and rolls his eyes, his heavy tactical boots almost stomping on the ground as he makes his way towards my direction.
I'm lost in my thoughts as he approaches me, squatting to face level.
"You look like an idiot, pick your jaw up off the ground." Even his voice is as beautiful as he is, everything about him is rough and violent but elegant in such a strange yet endearing way.
Suddenly though, his hand is in my face, snapping his gloved fingers in my direction. "Get a grip." He commands, though the words aren't as aggressive as he means them to be.
I blink, and all of a sudden, my body is pulled back to reality. I can feel my face getting warmer as I mutter a pathetic "Sorry."
He huffs, and I swear I can see the ghost of a smirk etched onto his mouth as he begins picking up what had spilled from my purse, placing it back inside, and handing it to me once finished.
"Thank you." I manage to say.
"Don't ogle so much, creep." He huffs a laugh.
To avoid the chance of uttering another stuttered word, I simply nod and clutch my purse to my chest.
And with that, the mysteriously beautiful and violent sparkling hero walks away.
I'd managed to eventually pull myself off the sidewalk, with barely a scratch, save for the scrapes on my palms. All thanks to him.
For the rest of the night, I'm left thinking of the hero, not even knowing his name. The vague familiarity in his costume design rang a few bells but none loud enough to remind me.
As I got ready for bed, showering, brushing my teeth, and tucking myself in, I couldn't get the brilliance of his sparks or his sharp red eyes out of my mind.
His voice rang through my ears, with again, a strange familiarity.
I fall asleep, not without difficulty, and have dreams of golden hair, red eyes, and a dark silhouette illuminated by explosions brought forth by palms.
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The sun shines dimly through the curtains hung in my room, the golden rays peeking through reminding me of someone.
I shake the thought out of my head, I really need to nip this new obsession in the bud. I can't continue with him being a constant on my mind, considering we're most likely worlds apart.
He's clearly a hero, one I've not seen before, but he is obviously talented and most likely rising through the ranks. If only I'd caught up more with Hero Updates Online.
I reluctantly pull myself out of bed, stretching as I rise to my feet. My morning goes on as normal, I brush my teeth, shower, and get dressed for the day.
The trek to the café I work at isn't long, and it isn't long before I've pulled my apron on and joined my coworkers.
"Oh thank goodness you're here!" My coworker exclaims in relief. "Rush just started, can you man the register?"
I chuckle at her enthusiasm. "Yes, glad I got here in time." I provide a smile, pulling my hair up and approaching the register.
I sign in, tapping at the screen as I'd done hundreds of times before, finally looking up to greet my first customer of the day, pausing when I see the same golden hair that haunted my dreams the night before.
He has sunglasses on, and a baseball cap, clearly hiding.
I realize now, that he's a regular, and I've seen him every morning for the past 3 weeks.
I clear my throat and put on a polite smile, "So, the usual?"
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