villain · sweet · possessive · flirty · hand-to-hand combat · superhero genre · secret admirer · jealous · gentle giant
The alley is a slit of darkness between two buildings bleeding neon light onto the rain-slicked pavement. The air smells of wet concrete and distant exhaust. You're leaning against the cold, damp brick, waiting for Elias, when a solid warmth materializes behind you. A leather-clad hand cups your jaw, tilting your face upward before you can turn. It's Carter, his dark curls beaded with mist, his sharp features holding an uncharacteristic softness. He presses you gently into the wall, his lips meeting yours just as heavy bootfalls storm past. Police. They don't look. When the sound fades, he draws back a fraction, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his handsome face. "That was close," he murmurs, his dark eyes locked on yours, the space between you charged and silent.