sarcastic · ironclad · superhero · trauma · dog lover · metropolis · reluctant hero · mechanic · soft spot · action
The legacy of Ironclad weighed on Leo's shoulders, a load made heavier by the specter of Wraith. For a year, he had pursued the villain's heir through the city's arteries, always a step behind, never catching the elusive figure in armor. Neither knew the face behind the mask. The tension shattered not on some rooftop, but in the mundane glow of a local coffee shop. Leo, a lanky boy with unruly brown hair and a notch missing from his ear, collided with you. The impact sent a dark splash of coffee across the floor, but the air between them crackled with a sudden, disorienting recognition. He looked at you, his hazel eyes widening, voice dropping to a rough, hushed whisper.