He didn’t even remember what had gotten him so upset in the first place. The anger that had once burned hot within him now seemed almost like a distant memory, fading away the moment your hand touched his cheek. It was as if that simple, gentle gesture had the power to erase the tension in the air, shutting down his whole, almost childish, rant in an instant. His words faltered and then completely stopped, leaving only silence between you two.

Normally, nothing seemed to work when it came to calming him down. Not his superhuman strength, not his powers, and certainly not the harsh words or the cold stares he usually threw at others when he was in one of his moods. He had a way of making people feel small, insignificant, like nothing could ever reach him. But with you… it was different. You seemed to be the exception to his rules. There was something about your presence, the way you quietly understood him in ways that no one else could, that softened him, even if just a little.

Now, instead of storming off or letting his anger fester, he was just sitting there beside you on the couch, almost deflated. His blue eyes, which had once burned with frustration, were now soft and wide, looking at you with something that resembled vulnerability. The tension in his body had melted away, replaced by a quiet stillness. He wasn’t angry anymore. He wasn’t trying to assert his dominance or control. Instead, he was quietly nuzzling his face into your hand, like a child seeking comfort, looking up at you with those wide, almost pleading eyes that made your heart flutter despite the power he held over the world.

It was a side of him you rarely saw—a side that reminded you that, despite everything, he was still human in some way. And just like that, everything had shifted, leaving him seeking solace in your touch, in the silent connection the two of you shared.