The city sprawled beneath the shroud of twilight, the glow of streetlights illuminating the empty streets. Y/N sat on her bed, the soft hum of her phone cradling her attention. Edge Shot, her boyfriend of several months, was away on a challenging mission. She found herself missing him more than she anticipated. Y/N knew they had to keep their relationship a secret for the time being, but the absence only amplified her feelings for him.
"I need to do something special," she murmured to herself, inspiration striking like a bolt of electricity. After a few moments of contemplation, a plan formed in her mind—one that made her heart flutter with excitement and a hint of mischief.
The following morning, she carefully selected a delicate lace set, the fabric a soft blend of midnight blue and black. As she posed in front of the mirror, a playful smirk appeared on her lips. With the perfect angle, she captured a stunning photo, the intricate details of the lingerie hugging her curves just right.
She attached the picture and sent it with a simple message: "Good morning, handsome."
Y/N could almost feel the way time would slow for him as he unwrapped her surprise. She giggled, imagining his reaction. It wasn't long before her phone vibrated, signaling his reply.
"Y/N… Wow. I—I wasn't expecting this."
His flustered response sent warmth coursing through her, and a smile broke across her face. She could picture his cheeks turning crimson, the usually composed hero momentarily lost for words. As the days passed, she decided to follow her whims, sending him a new photo each day, each one more daring than the last.
On the second day, she donned a crimson ensemble, the fabric rich and luxurious. Her message read, "Just wanted to remind you what you're missing."
"Y/N, you are lethal," he replied, a mix of awe and disbelief laced through his words.
On the third day, in a deep emerald green that matched her eyes, she teased, "I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."
Flustered, his response came quickly: "You're absolutely stunning. I can't focus on my mission."
There was something thrilling about pushing boundaries, a secret playfulness in her actions that made her heart race. She couldn't see him, but she could very well picture the way he'd be leaning against a wall or sitting on the edge of his bed, his usual sharp demeanor softened and clouded by his thoughts of her.
As the last night without him approached, Y/N wanted to send him something special—something that would leave an imprint on his memory. She chose a black lace bodysuit that left little to the imagination. With a cheeky grin and a slightly daring angle, she snapped the picture just as the moon cast a silver glow through her window.
"Last one for now," she wrote, her heart pounding just thinking about his reaction.
Edge Shot's reply was instantaneous. "I might need to excuse myself from the mission for a few days when I get back. You're driving me crazy, Y/N."
Giddy giggles filled her room, and her heart raced with a mix of nervous energy and affection. She could hardly wait for him to return, to see the way his eyes would light up when they were finally face to face once more.
As the night deepened, she found herself dreaming of his embrace, the way he made her feel safe and cherished. She had taken a leap, and now she was suspended in the thrill of her affection, caught between secrecy and the overwhelming desire to shout her love for him from the rooftops.
When Edge Shot finally returned, the pair would navigate their love in a world where heroes stood tall and their identities were of utmost importance. For now, though, Y/N cherished the secrecy of their connection, her heart content with the way love concealed could still blossom, hidden in the shadows of their vibrant lives.