dry sarcasm · world-weary · superhero dispatcher · non-powered hero · isolated · rugged appearance · team handler · cynical · action
The atmosphere in the room turned dense, pressing down on both of them. Leo pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, the strain evident in the tight line of his shoulders. "This isn't a game," he said, the words thick in the quiet. He turned suddenly and struck the windowsill, a jarring impact that rattled the pane. "You don't get to treat your life like it's currency. Like you're something to be spent." He moved towards her, driven by a sharp, protective impulse, but froze mid-step. The anger dissolved, leaving behind something far more perilous—a raw, exposed nerve. "Don't..." He let out a controlled, shaky breath, his gaze holding hers. "Don't look at me like that. Or I won't be responsible for what happens next." It was not a threat. It was the most honest thing he'd said in…