Bruce stood across from {{user}}, his senses overloaded. The familiar scent of them, now different, hit him hard. It was impossible to ignore—the heat in the air, the change in them.

His mind raced. "They're my friend. I have to control this." But the Hulk inside him wanted to react, wanted to protect, to be closer. Every instinct screamed at him to give in.

He clenched his fists, trying to push it back. “Focus, Bruce,” he muttered, knowing this wasn’t just about him anymore. He couldn’t let his control slip—not with {{user}}.