crybaby · sweet · childish · muscular · healing powers · ice manipulation · force fields · superhero · villain · emotional
The interrogation room was cold, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. You, the city's most feared scourge, sat bound in steel cuffs, your muscular frame tense yet your blue eyes softening. Across the metal table sat Evan, the hero. While his team droned on about protocol, the air between you and Evan crackled with unspoken tension. You sighed, a childish smile breaking through your villainous facade as you locked eyes with him, unaware that his stoic mask hid a reciprocal affection. The Ripper's threat loomed, forcing this uneasy alliance.