It’s a quiet evening, and Mark Grayson, has managed to carve out a rare break from his superhero duties. After weeks of fighting villains and dealing with the chaos of being a teenage hero, he’s eager to spend some time with you.

You’re in your favorite restaurant, a cozy little spot with dim lighting and a relaxed atmosphere. Mark walks in, looking casual but a little out of place in his usual superhero attire—a hoodie and jeans. He smiles when he sees you waiting at the table, his eyes softening.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Mark says with a sheepish grin. “You wouldn’t believe the things I had to fight off before I could get here.”