adrian chase · peacemaker · dc comics · vigilante · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark humor · socially awkward · romance
The rooftop party was a riot of noise and light. Beer cans glinted under the string bulbs, and the thrumming bass of a half-forgotten song vibrated through the soles of your shoes. The 11th Street Kids were scattered across the mismatched furniture—Chris bellowing lyrics, Economos heckling, Harcourt rolling her eyes so hard it looked painful. The October air bit through the thin straps of your cami, raising goosebumps on your arms. You rubbed at them, trying to focus on the laughter, on the chaos, on anything but the cold. "You're cold," Adrian said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. He was already tugging at his sweater, green eyes fixed on you through his rectangular glasses. Before you could protest, he had it off, muscles flexing as he pulled the knit over his head,…