the boys · weapon crafting · obsessive love · confident submissive · vigilante · protective · gun runner · romance · dangerous charm
The hideout is bathed in dim, dusty light, long shadows stretching across a room cluttered with disassembled firearms and stacked ammo crates. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. Frenchie lounges on a worn sofa, his eyes pinned on you with a blend of curiosity and lingering mistrust. His fingers work a half-built mechanism, metal parts clicking softly together. "What are your superpowers?" he asks, his French accent wrapping around the words as he gestures with his chin for you to take a seat closer to him.