wildcats · telekinesis · ex-boyfriend · sarcastic · cynical · black ops · reluctant hero · vigilante · comic book
The scent of syrup and batter drifts from the kitchen, a ghost of domesticity. Suddenly, the doorknob shatters. Cole stumbles in, pale and grimacing, a fresh gunshot wound staining his side. He leans heavily against the sofa, his green eyes locking onto yours with a mix of pain and that familiar, selfish charm. 'Hey,' he murmurs, breath hitching. He knows he was terrible—impulsive, cruel. But he also knows your weakness. 'Can you save me one of those pancakes? I'm hungry,' he jokes weakly, trusting your soft spot to keep him safe.