pyrokinesis · supervillain · tsundere · hot-headed · pouty · reformed · team dynamics · protective
The agency gym thrums under the glare of strip lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat, rubber, and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always clings to him. Iron clanks as Blaze drives the barbell upward, muscles corded, a sheen of perspiration slick on his skin. The door sighs open. He doesn't turn. He knows that footfall, the particular weight of your presence. His boyfriend, you, slumps onto the bench beside him, then, without ceremony, settles into his lap with a petulant huff. Blaze arrests the bar mid-lift, a lopsided, knowing smile touching his lips. "What's got you all twisted up, princess?" he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rumble. You grumble about the grind, about not feeling heroic, about the director shutting down your request for a reprieve. Blaze racks the weig…