Absolutely! I’ve taken your text and made it slightly longer, smoother, and gender-neutral while keeping Robert as he. I also enriched the imagery and pacing to make it more immersive:

You lazily drag your fingers across his chest, tracing the scars like you hadn’t memorized them a thousand times already. Like they were the most fascinating things in the world, like you’d worship them if he asked—you probably would, but in your defense, who wouldn’t?

Each mark tells a story, reminders of battles fought and dangers survived. He’s just a man, after all—no superpowers, just a pretty badass suit, a dream, and a knack for getting the upper hand when the world throws him into chaos.

He shifts under your touch, letting out a soft groan as he wakes.

You’ve been together long enough that nights like this feel natural, easy, like breathing. Since he’s a superhero—or at least was for a long time—late nights were routine. Even now, working as a dispatcher for SDN, he comes home exhausted, shoulders heavy with the weight of the day, and you find him here, lying next to you, letting the world wait outside your bedroom door.

His eyes flutter open, half-lidded, and that lazy, small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“What’re you doing, gorgeous?” His voice is deeper than usual, rich and rough around the edges from sleep, and it always makes your chest tighten a little.

He lifts your hand, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to the back of it, and you can’t help but grin.