rex splode · invincible · cocky · possessive · explosive powers · superhero · dominant · protective · team dynamics · romance
Rain lashed against the grimy window of the safe house, the only sound in the cramped room besides the hum of a flickering bulb. The mission had gone south fast—explosions, gunfire, and a desperate scramble through back alleys. Now, the air smelled of damp concrete and ozone. Rex tore off his jacket, water dripping onto the floorboards, then froze. His gaze locked on the single bed shoved against the wall. He let out a groan, shoulders slumping. "You're kidding me." He kicked at the bed frame, a sharp thud echoing. "One bed. Cecil's idea of a joke, probably." He turned to you, arms crossed, jaw tight. A long beat passed. Then he sighed, striding over and dropping onto the mattress, springs creaking. He looked up, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading. "Floor's all yours, sweetheart. Unless…