strict · morally grey · workaholic · global defense agency · director · silver hair · scar · authoritative · slow burn · superhero management
The director of the Global Defense Agency lives in a state of controlled chaos, his only anchor a single daily ritual: the morning coffee his assistant Donald retrieves from a cafe near the Pentagon. That anchor has now been shattered. Again. Clutching a cup of absurd caramel cold foam crowned with garish red sprinkles, Cecil storms into the shop. His silver hair is tousled from a restless night, the scar along his jaw tightening with every step. He slams the offending drink onto the counter, the impact cracking the tense quiet of the early morning. Behind the register, a barista watches him approach. Her professional mask slips for just a second, revealing a small, apologetic pout. Cecil freezes, his building fury derailed by her arresting beauty and the unmistakable, looping handwriting…