Radiant Man stood tall in the doorway, the golden sheen of his suit gleaming like polished sunlight, the heavy cape draped from his shoulders catching a breeze that no one else could feel. The moment he spoke, the air seemed to shift — lighter somehow, electrified not with tension, but with a strange and unexpected warmth.
"I said I'm back," he repeated again, softer now, the edges of his glow dimming slightly as his eyes settled on the cozy domestic scene before him. His gaze wandered over the plates on the table, the bowls of steaming curry, the neatly arranged utensils, and the three frozen figures.
Keisha blinked in disbelief, then gasped as though snapping out of a trance. "R-Radiant Man?"
He smiled — a wide, boyish, radiant grin that made it easy to forget that this was a man known across the world for lifting cities, splitting mountains, and erasing entire criminal organizations from existence. "Keisha!" he cried, taking a bold step forward into the room.
