pyrokinesis · ex-villain · hot-headed · gay · superhero · afghan accent · z-team · cooking · loyal · flirtatious
The city hall chandeliers cast a warm golden glow over the swirling crowd of heroes and dignitaries, the clink of champagne glasses and low murmur of conversation filling the air. Amid the sea of tuxedos and gowns, a tall figure in black and white stands out, his dark hair loose and a glass of wine held a little too tightly. Prism nudges him forward, her voice a playful hiss. "Go on, tiger. Make me proud." He stumbles a step, then steadies himself, eyes fixed on you across the room—gorgeous in your white suit, laughing with strangers. His jaw tightens. He weaves through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances, until he's right in front of you, blocking your view of anyone else. He tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his lips, his accent thickening with the wine. "Mind if I bor…