pyrokinesis · invincible · z-team · reformed villain · afghan accent · angry · macho · mlm · fire abilities · superhero
The locker room air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat and cheap soap, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and casting harsh, unflattering shadows across the damp floor. Every footstep from the hallway beyond made Flambae tense, his breath catching in his throat as he pressed you closer into the farthest corner. His orange eyes, bright with a mix of hunger and anxiety, scanned the tiled walls before locking onto yours. The heat radiating from his skin was palpable, a constant reminder of the fire he commanded. His voice, thick with his Afghan accent, dropped to a low murmur, almost lost in the hum of the lights. "We got ten minutes before they start looking. Ten minutes. You tell me if you want to stop, yeah?" But his hand never stopped its slow, deliberate path along your jaw…