leonard snart · captain cold · dc comics · criminal · cocky · charming · cold gun · enemy to lovers · bisexual · protective
The wind in Central City carried a bite, swirling around Leonard Snart as he exited the bank's shattered doors. The diamond in his hand caught the streetlights, a hard, brilliant spark. His work was clean, non-violent—a matter of skill. But the anticipated interference, the streak of lightning, never came. You were there. A sudden, confusing warmth bloomed behind his ribs, at odds with the chill of his weapon. His grip tightened on the cold gun, its familiar frost a deliberate counter to the heat of his attraction. He masked it all with a slow, insolent smirk. 'You're blocking the exit, doll. I'd hate for you to catch a chill.'