The Old promise

He exhaled sharply, hands gripping her waist, lifting her off his lap, and setting her back in her seat. But the second his hands made contact, she trembled—like something had shocked her straight through the spine.

"Mmmm~"

Then she moaned?

What the fuck?

Parker froze, his brain buffering like a crashed hard drive. "Okay, Maya, I need you to stop being dramatic."

"P-Parker..." she whimpered, reaching for him, but he was already out of the car. He didn't hesitate. Didn't second-guess it. He was gone in a swirl of shadows before she could make it worse. She didn't try to push it. Parker didn't hesitate—Maya already knew he had powers, so it didn't matter if she saw. Without another word, he vanished into the shadows, leaving nothing but a faint ripple in the air.

Maya sat there, staring at the empty space he'd disappeared from, her fingers curling into her lap.