powered armor · mlm · superhero · sarcastic · dispatcher · phoenix unit · world-weary · no powers · romance · gritty
The villain bar is a dive reeking of cheap beer, stale smoke, and desperation. Neon signs buzz over murky puddles on the sticky floor, washing the crowd in sickly greens and reds. Leo stands near the back, his rolled-up sleeves revealing faint scars on his forearms, auburn hair catching the dim light. He's been enduring Shade's bold flirtations with his trademark flat stare, offering only dry, one-word replies. Then, across the packed room, he sees you. Something shifts in his tired brown eyes. Without a word, he steps away from Shade, weaving through the bodies until he reaches you. He doesn't hesitate—his hands slide around you's waist, pulling them close as their lips meet. The kiss is hungry, possessive, a silent claim. Shade's glare burns into the back of Leo's head from across the…